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The Sigh of Autumn

The rains have washed away all the streets and uprooted the trees while the grass stays covered with raindrops making the water seep inside the shoe's skin There is a mother who stands at her doorstep She waits for her children to come back cares and cleans their muddily drenched clothes and washes their hair with soap it has taken all her time, to leave her with the thought of nothing but them She cooks daily and listens to dailies this is how she spends her time 15 years later no other care in the world but obsessed with her midlife crisis she has forgotten her dreams were once killed when she got married early. All through the years she never once regretted but today when the rains have departed she discovers she could be what she couldn't be and now she wants her children to be. the sigh of autumn comes in life when dreams are mirrored in other lives The old man wanted to pursue law instead works in a bank. he has built a world with his two kids and makes them study what he left on a page, blank, his children listen to him carefully when he retells his story to them it is a new discovery of what their father could have been the sigh of autumn comes when the leaves dry out your dreams are visited in the catacombs and now he is older and another on the bed they could be more but they like to laze and order from there...... and they don't have regrets just different stories to tell the sigh of autumn is whispered when their little ones get tired of them........... The sky darkens ignited by the lightening a few people stand on their balconies to watch a family sits and plays card and another day another say Sigh if you like, the autumn will go by until it reappears..............

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