After the storm.
Sunlight. Bright yet weak outside..
I looked out of my window, A small park lit up with brightness was standing, determined to soothe my eyes. It's a small window, yet large enough for me to view my little world growing happily...
A weakness suddenly grew in my knees...and I sat down. Cannot stand.
The red roses looked beautiful...
The green looked greener...
It was simple.
I felt good.
Yet weak.
Good.
Still weak.
Good.
But still weak.
I wonder why you felt weak when you felt good by seeing those red roses and the green.
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Weakness attached to some forms of goodness.
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