Spring to mind

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 I stood there and let a deep sigh out I felt relieved

I got flashbacks of a week how tangled it was those harsh burns and chaos that's all.. I ought to be somewhere I really meant to be was only my thought

Worn out and unclear somehow i was going through my thoughts.. morning moon gave me boon

I interrogated myself why every piece includes not sun but moon?

All secrets were with moon but sun encountered many excudes,those smiling faces and bright eyes were everywhere but only moon knew what's behind that doom. Seeing that courage even sun could tear up holding from somethings to let it go he experienced...but weather kept changing not as it was constant with every feeling of mine air got colored after a whole bright day there was nothing but dark.. kept myself from losing what i really had moon knew my weakness but sun was perceived of my courage. Everytime moon embraced me next to that sun couraged no matter how weak I could. It always helped . It maybe star or beam it always taught me to gleam, it maybe stone-cold or blazing that told me to keep going every affect that he applied I kept changing he saw every ounce of mine and I kept going, procastinated for a while but that didn't help so started strolling again..  it's weird how I keep wandering not knowing where I really wanna be...just like a river I wanna slide but like a bird I wanna fly it's stormy still I will figure out it's autumn, spring is about to come I bet I'll get that exquisite.

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