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The 20th of may


It's Saturday 20th of may. I'm standing on the balcony looking at the lights at night that looks like a house of clay. Colourful as it may be, dazzling, shinning more then a thousand sea. Couples walking hand in hand showing love and affection to each other till the end. Here I'm standing feeling empty, yet thousands of emotions flutter inside me but it somehow gets enclosed inside and don't dare to come out. The cool breeze and smell of thousand craves clashing with sounds of laughter and car waves. Dogs bark cats meow they are still the same as I see the Stars every night. Heart beats a thousand times, breathing the wild while taking in the pleasure of peace and calmness. Feel it's rhythm through your ears, feel it's eager of many years let it touch you and your soul be free from harm and lose your soul fly high as you can be brave when it's your turn. It's 20th of may soon we need to say goodbye to the day and end with night only by welcoming another new old day.

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