by snik.
I found this in one of my journals.
The rays of sunbeam were hidden by the grey, dark clouds, eluded as it tried to make its way through the small opening of a window, barely protruding its light on a lost, helpless, beaten-down girl who was ready to admit defeat and was down to submitting herself into nothingness.
But then, the sun rays fought for its egalitarian and shined its magnificent glory on the girl, creating a perfect glow, reflecting the beauty and the frugality of the world to her.
Wisps of hair escapes from her hairband and shined with a tinge of gold.
Not far away, the barking of the dogs can be heard.
Looking up, patches of fluffy white clouds paint the clear blue sky.
Wafts of smells can be smelt from above as a mother dotingly prepares an amazing home-cooked dinner.
The girl turns to the right, a warmness washes over her, bathing her face. A smile formed on her soft, gentle lips.
Hope is rekindled.
The sun rays had its' moment of glory, even if it lasted only for a few seconds. The forlorn clouds returned, claiming victory.
Unbeknownst, the sun rays had already won.
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