Sky is filled with dark clouds
Breeze of wind touched her face woke her up,
She Looked around every where was filled with smoke.
Some would think of her cold but no one knew the reality
She had reached where she didn't need anyone.
Contentment does not mean that's she desire nothing.
Some time she just need a break in a beautiful place where her dreams will come into action.
She said to her self " life is not about waiting for the storm to pass, it's learning to storm through with it"
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