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Sleeping on top of the water tank I look up into the night sky
Everything above me is covered with clouds some white some black and some grey
This monsoon has clouded our eyes telling us there is no more a night sky
The fresh oceanic winds blow them a little wildly and penetrate through my skin making
me 17 again filling with fresh vibrance
I get a glimpse of a white light suddenly in between the clouds, what is it? is it a
spaceship flying around…
I try to stare at it curiously but more clouds pass over it, teasing me not giving me a
chance to figure it out
The creamy milk haze radiates behind the clouds making me dream while I’m awake
The winds ease the gaps grew bigger I can see the shades of black and blue spots
simultaneously in the sky
Arcturus and Antares tell me hie, hints me the white beauty spot must be shy
I try to focus on it but the clouds sprinkle to cover my eyes, protecting their most
prized possession of the night sky
What is it I wonder playing hide and seek with me and making my heart crazy
I pray to the winds to shove them away but they keep coming and coming endlessly like a
small mountain range
I wait and wait till dawn to catch her glimpse but in vain, the gloom clouds my heart and
I jump, scream, and cry for her to see me once
My endless pursuit melts the god of the sky, seeing the truth in my eyes he clears out
the skies...
The clouds slowly move away to reveal a timeless classic hiding behind them.
Wow!! My depressed face glows with the reflection of her touch
Feeling my feelings in the air she blushes... asks me to wait for her and drops into the
cosmic bliss