AS SHE STANDS AND PACES HER EVERY STEP, SHE PONDERS THE FRIENDSHIP SHE ENACTS UPON OTHERS.
TAKING THE OPPORTUNITY FOR HER OWN MILES STONES, SHE PONDERS AS SHE LOOKS IN THE CLEAR BLUE SKIES THAT SEEMS SO INNOCENT.
IN FACING WITH THE TURBULANCE THAT IS YET TO COME,SHE PACES STEP BY STEP AND WITH FURTHER PACING SHE STUMBLES UPON AN UNCERTAIN PROMISE OF WHICH IS UNPRECENDENTED.
IN THE SKIES THAT SEEM SO INNOCENT ,SHE REALIZES THE SKY BECOMES DARKER AND MIST STARTS TO FORM OF FOG AND RAIN.
THEN PACING BECOMES A SUDDEN JILT OF NUMBNESS, WHAT HAPPENED?, WHERE DID I GO WRONG?
OF COURSE HER SUBCONCIOUS IS SIGNALING TO THE STORMS OF THUNDER( ANGER), RAIN (TEARS)...
DOMINATED BY PACE THAT STANDS NEAR OF QUESTIONS UNANSWERED, PIECES OF THE RAIN BECOME HARD LIKE HAIL.
PACING NO MORE, AN EMBODDED QUIETNESS APPRACHED "SUNSHINE"( SMILES OF LIFE ONCE AGAIN .
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