Do not Rush Time…

There will be many storms passing

And she will be left bitter, sad and alone

She shall still continue to hold on to hope

Run, an inner voice bellowed

Holding on to her foot long faded grayish blue gown by side

She ran as fast as she could

But the flow of the river pulled her back

Those river always flows backward

They are full of whim

And has the power to suffocate with a tiny hunk from past

Which has no life, no meaning

She thought she could manipulate the weather

But she were manipulated by the strong wind

Her thirst increases where she paint those hunk

With much brighter color

Only to bring more pinching pain to her soul

Those memories are transporting the demon back

They are called melancholy  

They can never be escaped as she continue to run

Holding on to the demon can save her now and ever

But its only known to the winds

Remorse, remorse, remorse

Uproar all the chilly wind flowing around

And all she knows her current heart is a ghost

Full of passion, solitude, ignominy, vanity, betrayal

And she continue to run!!!

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