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~A drop of rain that fell from up high.Eyes gaze up toward a darkened sky.For the moment,the ground remained dry.A storm was coming,and it was neigh.At any second,grey clouds would cry.Such a beautiful storm was passing by.It would last for awhile,and then finally die.This was a fact,not a simple lie.As it would fade,she would wonder why.Once it was gone,she would say goodbye.Then stand there alone,and sadly sigh.It had came along,with yet another guy.Leaving her broken,from the emotional tie.She was afraid to love again,but perhaps she would try.She would spread her broken wings,and attempt to fly.~ (A poem)