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Silence.
Don't you ever miss it?
The way the dark abyss make you feel.
Don't you ever miss the slow rain drops and gentle wind breeze flew past you?
The way it makes you feel.
Ridding you of all the worries you carried on your back.
If the heart goes, then the mind surrenders.
As though it knows.
All of the wind and the sea breeze flew past her again. For now, onwards she looks ahead.
For now, she says.
For all she knows, her heart follows.
The feel of sea in her hands, slowly goes away.
Come, the ocean beckons.
Her mind echoes in her head, stopping her.
Her heart cries out, strength leaving and away with the wind.
Adagio, her feet took off.
To the ocean, feeling the cold liquid.
Smile stretch, stars filled the eyes, heart beating unconsciously.
Pitter, patter. Rain blessed her being.
Black eyes, closed.
Face tilting up, embracing the weather.
To her hearts content then, says the mind.
Her heart soared.
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