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Always know that even on rainy days the sun still shines.

The grey afternoon- passes the carriage window like a roll of film.

Glimmers of spring- pierces through winter skies. Nothing ever lasts.

A freshly dug hole- Empty for now, but over time, will be full again.

October Sky. Feeling the edge of my slippers,with my toes.

The journey home. A deer crosses my path, And takes it's own.

Hustle and Bustle. Silent clouds above the noise, move in their own time.

Scaling the bark. The ants move as quickly as the city itself

Blackened tower. A different fire burns now, fueled by rage

Softest fur; stone cold, A stray cat hit by a car Abandoned again