Alone


 SπŸ’ŽaπŸ’ŽpπŸ’ŽpπŸ’ŽhπŸ’ŽiπŸ’ŽrπŸ’ŽeπŸ’Ž

Alone with my thoughts...
 Clouds are gathered ,with thick  voice of thunder..
.as  boisterous winds awakes settled dust into a race of extinction!
Thunder's voice  unwill to compromise the ever patient fate of the clouds!

This time! Just this time!!! 
the dust must find it's alternative.
it must seize from dwelling on zinc tops!!,
from house walls!! and disappear from street parts!! 

For the cloud's fate is an outlay dates but for a named date!!!
Upon whom will  it shed its tears of fate?, 
Upon which walls will it's tears wash clean?,
in whose part/street,will it's tears make free from  dust? 
Not even thought could tell..

SπŸ’ŽaπŸ’ŽpπŸ’ŽpπŸ’ŽhπŸ’ŽiπŸ’ŽrπŸ’ŽeπŸ’Ž

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