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Skipping
threw fields of velvet grass, I'm happely full of sunshine,
looking around I see your smile, but when I go to pluck the red
crimson rose, you have vanished. The colors in the field seem
lost, fading into the black and white colors that are jaded, when
time breaks, life seems silent. No form of life moving, no
whispers heard. Looking around, my sunshine falls from my face
into the ground ,where the grass is still and limp, where you had
once stood, moments before life stroke midnight and ghostly
disappeared.
When will you come again.....