Drizzle

Drizzle

Thousand lights

Were coming to my direction

Headlights,

Stoplights,

And

Faint white lights

Of shops

From afar.

As he walked

Down that street

And

As I was waiting

In this corner,

Drizzle

Of the night

Was fading away.

All I could feel

Was the cold

Breeze

Of contenment.

He smirked

As he caught

My eyes

And

The walls

Of my heart

Crumbled,

Giving away

To that face

In a prim

But charming look.

Oh those eyes

And Kelly-green hoodie!

The rain

Stopped.

And life

Now

Is beautiful.

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Seven of Nine: Is it? Yes, it is. Life has been beautiful. (smiling with contentment).