Back To Me 40
CRISTAL Sitting on top of a round smooth ocean worn rocks. Staring at the beautiful sunsets. Reminiscing the past while the cold breeze of wind from the ocean touches my skin. Little wave hit my entrenched foot under the white sand. The sky was ablaze with the fire of the setting sun. The clouds painted with changing colors from minute to minute. From orange yellow to flamboyant pink as the sun goes down, already touching the surface of the ocean. It seems like in a hurry to disappear, slipping quickly behind the line of the horizon spreading its last rays. They said every sunset brings the promise of a new dawn. A promise of a new tomorrow. To start all over again. To correct your wrongdoings. To forget the past and move on, have a new life and start all over again but I can't. I j
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