17 July 2012
In the middle of the lonesome night she was stood outside; underneath the cryptic night sky. It was covered with wisps of clouds that veiled a pale moon lone in a starless night, as the rain kept pouring down like a never ending shower of dazzling sparkles.
An ice cold wind formed around her; blowing on her small, thin face. With no doubt, winter is now on its way. She looked helplessly on the sky, gazing aimlessly into space. From her lifeless eyes, motionless tears started forming and eventually her tears one by one started dripping. She immediately tried and move her weak, fragile hands to where her tears were.
Melancholy • Opuss № I