I love this.
On a certain day in the holidays,
When the skies are riddled with heavy baggages of clouds
And I'm all alone at home with my music,
Highlighting model essays and consolidating work
The ambience of it hit me,
And tho I tend to romanticise things that normally aren't special
I couldn't help but crave the tickly touch of grass,
Open toes in a soft cushion of sand
Raindrops spalttering pools of coolness on the face,
And a particular salty smell swirled with little bits of laughter.
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