Why'd You Remain? Comments

It was at summer twilight when their eyes intertwined, they met at the cliff that the moon served in a silver platter.
Their hands danced as soon as they touched, their bodies shivered from the blistering clod blown by the Old Wind, they bathed in silence and was covered with blooming hyacinth flowers.
The cold summer breeze blew into their souls leaving them frozen in place as time moves on without them.
The night was killed by the rising sun, yet they remained.
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