Shoes drifted hundreds of feet above in the cold, saddened air.
The clouds tangled themselves around her ankles like chains;
The wind himself was nothing but a low, cynical whisper in her ear.
As tears dreadfully roll down the girl's face
She begs to hear the lulling voice of the ocean below,
To ignore the wretched murmurs of the rain that dug at her skin like bullets.
But the fog, wrapped himself around her softly so as not to scare her
Shielded away the angry hands of the rain and the disgust of the wind's words.
He breathed plans of a brighter day to her heart and spoke thoughts of a calmer sky to her soul.
The clouds jealously pulled back to loathe with each other;
The ocean softened her tone in agreeance and curled away from shore
She beckons the wind, pulling him away with her.
And as the girl sits, the fog around her assures her:
The bad is gone and all that remains shall never be a threat to another
This a promise that he intends to keep for a lifetime tenfold.
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