Torent

The white satin sheen hangs perfectly.
Untampered Shimmer.
Colour and life are reflected with every breath from the wind.
The shining sun is now shadowed by billowing chaos.
The light is a reminant of what once was.
Shaking in disagreement, it starts to sway; to move.
It changes so suddenly.
As if effortlessly.
The colour is lost now.
Extrovert in black and white.
It dances in the shadows, as if playing with them.
Suddenly colour is brought back.
Exploding rain drops silently make their mark.
It stains perfection with a crimson essence.
Colour is restored, but the life that once was is now lost.

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