The sky glistened with the last drops of rain
The earth wet in realization of change
The rays of sun peeking through the few clouds
The wind moist in its temper finding its way
The birds chirping the song of dusk
The footsteps are silent on the stone pathway
The fallen leaves shed their glory
The broken twig dreams of a new story
The hope in heart leads to a next moment
The reality in life dawns in the mind potent
The wait turns to yawn, the gaze begins to fade
The mighty will take his time, the mortal awaits her fate.
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