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The color of the sky had turned pale ,the light was slowly getting dim the sun was burning slowly ,winds were blowing making gusting sounds but the atmosphere felt silent , the flapping of the birds swiftly flying to there croons could be heard , I waited there at the bench just above the pond ,the chair was rusted as it was made of iron and was not even balanced but the smell of rusted nails is something out of this world .

The pond was still but was abrupted when little- little feathers of birds disturbed its composer ;Making circular rounds with a slight sound of splash.
The rain had made the trees near by to even grow greener . I just rested my head on the bench releasing a sigh that I never knew I was holding what for; I closed my eyes and I just left me to the soothing care of mother nature.

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Even the weather accompanied the sobby mood , It was raining and thundering so hard that even my glass windows shook convulsively , there was light coming from my window but it still felt gloomy , It felt as if some one has kept on me a 10 pounds wait which my chest couldn't bear .
The aura around was not even worth looking the lights were set off ,though the room was filled with lots of houshold stuff still the nature of it was tainted as void . I could smell the grass an the whisphers of ghowling air . I just closed my eyes and threw myself in a never ending black hole of disfair ,ambiguity and sorrow. #review

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I took her over the grasses which were slighlty wet due to rains, the atmosphere was silent the sky had turned to a bit of orange shade as sun was ready to cease for the day.

There was hardly anything she could speak but her eyes said it all, as I fed here sandwiches there the thin line of stress on her forehead seemed to have vanished even though she could not express I could feel her faint smile.

That was The day I told here the truth knowing hardly was she perceiving anything due to past to seizure attacks.
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The Love was bright, and in those deep mysteries of a loveless lovely couple, a song was made for the young girl and young boy, how come you may say? Loveless yet lovely, the dark yet bright love? The Girl was the reason why it was dark, the boy the reason why it was loveless, the obsession they may say of a Valkyrie, the sadness of a not understandable voice of despair from a warrior.
The girl observed the boy, the boy observed the girl, and for once they clash, with clear golden eyes of the girl and despair for the boy’s heart, the girl says – Tell me, Tell me, what I must do, if for your sake I’ll be through – The boy starts to sing – Not by my lake your love I must take – But in one twisted moment the girl sings – Now, don’t worry my own love, grab my hand and become a little dove – This very song, was created by them, and they call themselves the lovely yet loveless couple, singing at the darkest of the parks, within a cloudless autumn, they smile, and they kiss, yet so graciously, yet so beautiful.
The Love was bright, out of their different kind, and once again they may smile.

The sky's nature turned to azure with swirling shades of light blue and paches of white.I sat beneath the ash-tree , whose tattered branches casted a shadow from the partly obscured sun. Whiff that wet air carried, the petrichor of wet glossy grasses that spread along the vicinity. It was mother nature alarming the visit of monsoon

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I got beyond my comfort zone and wrote something thats a higher level than I write Tell ke if it provides the neccesary imagery .