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Austere

Jazz Lily

‘I will come back as fast as I can’ her brother said to her as he disappeared among the trees, the strong summer sun rays burning her delighted face. One month later, it was autumn’s start. She stood below the large oak tree, knowing that “wait” was painful… The wind blew on her tearful face…blowing her hair behind her face. The smell of oak did not veil the strong smell of the graveyard. She walked forward when she knew that there was no point in waiting for him. Her hands trembled slowly as she placed the bouquet…on the one week old grave of her brother…

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A Capricorn, December born, love writing poems and stories. Music, Art, and Chocolates are important elements of my daily life. While I am crucially deciding on what new to write, I spend my time with my best friends who are competing for the post of Most Craziest, yet the Best and Awesome Best Friend. The aim is to change the world into a better place to live in and the motto is to "be the change."

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