Poetry in a bleak Pastel noon!

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In the gloomy afternoon of the 3rd of November 2017, I got stuck in the traffic jam of the last hour rush. But in my surprise, I get to capture the emotions suppressed by long time memories- the afternoon drizzle, the cold november breeze, it felt like forever but forever still didn't exist just yet. IMG_20171103_225833_005.jpg

*And in the silhoutte of the past, would you still come back?
And in the abyss of deciet, would you finally make peace?
I wonder not to wander in the path you once walked with me. But in the midst of it all I hope to see, the sunshine in the rain, the rainbow in your whim!

xOXo
--stephey