Crackling sound on the pavement.
I hear a ghost silently walks with hesitation.
I see it through a muddy reflection.
She throws a perplexing smile leaving me with many questions.

Dare I quest myself to make a perpetuation.
A glare to capture the moment while she shows less emotion.
Little did she knows me for a reason.
I’ve bet my life for a stone cold reaction.

Rhyming rain on November.
Praising their Lord to last forever.
To be fall down right to up my head.
Bouncing hard as the beating of my heart.

Gloomy sight after the rain.
Paint it grey plainly wipe the vain.
Wish I ease the game.
A troubling mind to trick me sane.

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