And it rained a lot today
Well it's rare when winters cry.
It felt as if the coldness
That it was hiding in himself
And covering it with winds
came out in the form of rain
Yeah it poured a lot!
Until he wasn't satisfied,
Until his wounds didn't get healed,
Until his heart didn't insist him to stop from shedding his sentiments,
Until the flashbacks of chronology didn't stop haunting him,
Until he didn't console his melting soul.
And then he molded himself
into a pristine one
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