It's cloudy, chilly out. The skies are full of clouds, different hues of grays. Mists of rain here and there, a bit of downpour at times.
The day is full of gloom, like a wilted flower, the petals slowly floating down till there's no more to fall and an empty stem remains...
Then there's the chill of the air, like an icy lick to the skin, like a reminder of death and life...
I want to taste the sweetness of the bliss, of the sunshine I miss, the moonlight and the embers that light up...
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