And in the loneliest corner of my room, I cramped myself, and gazed to the farthest piece of
anguished silver cloud.
I could hear it; the sad tender melody of the clouds, soft an flowing, as
though they were telling the story of millenniums, the story of complex knot in us, the story of
all the rains that came down, the story of all the birds that came and left without any
commitment.
The music sucked into my ears and pushed my tears out. I cried as though I
was the loneliest creature in the loneliest corner of the world, it felt like all world had
fit itself into my bed. Ah ! sad clouds, sad anguished silver clouds.
It was raining now, raining.....