Lost in Uncertainties

i look outside the window. Heavy rain wets my back. I extend my arms to reach for her hand. it was cold like mine. Previously money were made from gold and later on evryone realized not all that glitters are gold. I submit her soul to the man in power. He has her gold but he isn’t happy. Nobody wonders why. He keeps on moving, keen of the past and the future. Surprisingly he returns to her what she deserves. I am still the sole bridge of his and her soul. She then reaches for me. Still our eyes never met. I look outside the window and feel the wetness of my back.

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