Walk the streets
The morning after the rains.
The singular petrichor forgotten along the drenched shores
The lone remain of a wretched love story; a tarnished crimson umbrella
The smothered lives piling up like lumps of sand on the concrete pathway
The laments of the broken skies, as if mother to the everyday tales of a lost essay
Walk the streets
The morning after the rains...
The morning after the rains.
The singular petrichor forgotten along the drenched shores
The lone remain of a wretched love story; a tarnished crimson umbrella
The smothered lives piling up like lumps of sand on the concrete pathway
The laments of the broken skies, as if mother to the everyday tales of a lost essay
Walk the streets
The morning after the rains...
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