The RainDrops dripping down Dampening the happiness The witnesses confused Not knowing what to do For the last incident happened Before they rememeber Watching through a window Unable to get any nearer Nothing making sense anymore Words softly spoken Hiding something underneath Only by following the source Up where the drips come from Back to where they were formed Down to where the heart lies Near where the soul resides The truth can be found But who dares to go past the windowThe Rain
Slowly The rain clears Things return to normal
A Story of a Blind GirlListening to the rain thundering on the roof, she could imagine the darkness that would be filling the outside, feeling it inside herself. As she heard the thunder, she saw in her mind the flash of the lightning. This feeling has never disappeared since she had lost her sight after what the doctors called a complication that happened during her surgery, filling her with darkness, feeling no light of hope since losing her sight. Before, she had loved and treasured all colors. Losing her sight was the equivalent of losing her life. She never wanted to have the brain surgery, much rather wanting to endure the unbearable pain and suffering that wA Story of a Blind Girl
Joy
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