In an instant a bit of afternoon slipped shyly inside the hole of an anthill as in a piggy bank destined to save memory and oblivion of routinely things dragged by winter rains
A guitar sound scratches some clouds condensed in old nostalgia so that a half sad blues rained on you today
It was when you showed up through the window to feel every drop that captivated the beating of your heart every hail that crackled in the blink of your eyes and again remind you that if life offers you nothing just try again
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