The dial sprung to life and chimed lazily, 2AM. Brooding flimsy stratus clouds flew past the waxing gibbous moon... Unhurried pensive breeze tickled the sleepy trees on its way, As the demure moon played peek-a-boo behind the mischievous leaves. They sat by the side of the road, Loaded trucks heaved, panted and wheezed past nearby; But a cloak of silence engulfed them warmly... “I hate being touched.” - she says tersely. “You have never been...” - he smiles. Cackle of laughter erupts somewhere from afar and fades... A lanky boy with a toothy grin, serves them hot tea... Mystifying fumes of the amber brown drink rise and waft around... The two innocuous sets of eyes had already merged into the Moon…!!!
I was a dandelion in the storm. When the winds grew moodier, And the clouds turned darker; I held on tighter and tighter. I was a dandelion in the storm. When the hands grabbed me harsher, And the kicks turned harder; I held on stronger and stronger. I was a dandelion in the storm. When the moonlight shone brighter, And the children held me tender; I could finally let go....!!!
Under the moonless night, in the company of a zillion stars; I sit and smile amidst the soaring sounds; the waves still roar... but I hear no more; the winds still blow... but I shiver no more. Around I see tears of water and laughs of ice; humans are dry and demons are nice. The sky grumbles and darkens; the thunder rumbles and hastens. Then the drops fall....
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