Clouds
Black clouds. Torrents. So, was his state of mind.
He was sitting on a wooden chair and writing his diary. His reminiscences were filled with her aroma .
30 years had passed , but his heart still was dwelling upon his past.
Twinkling eyes, trembling hands , burdened heart , faithful soul.
He drank the tea that the maid had served him . He gulped it , rather.
He closed the brown diary and looked at the photo frame across the room.
The windows were rattling. Outside, there was a wreathe of clouds, just like the one on the photo frame in his room.
He was sitting on a wooden chair and writing his diary. His reminiscences were filled with her aroma .
30 years had passed , but his heart still was dwelling upon his past.
Twinkling eyes, trembling hands , burdened heart , faithful soul.
He drank the tea that the maid had served him . He gulped it , rather.
He closed the brown diary and looked at the photo frame across the room.
The windows were rattling. Outside, there was a wreathe of clouds, just like the one on the photo frame in his room.
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