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He looked at her like that golden globe that shines through during the mornings.
With frustration.
He would frown on days, she was strong. Then complain on days, she was gone and sick.
He hid in days when she basked on her glory. And came at days when she was too tired.
He would gaze at her, with the expression that screamed judgement on her flaws, and would push her away when her rays got too close.
Only when she had enough, did he see.
The beauty of her, the sunset that left him in awe. She left him, along with her rays.
Now he sits in the dark, regretting what he has lost.
Expression through different arts is free to be harness the way anyone desires, keep on expressing.
82We often forget that we don't have to beat ourselves up for the things that are beyond our control.
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Updated on February 01, 2018
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