RARE

 

She was rare as seeing a full moon in the middle of the day.

Unique as the smell lingering in the air after a rainy evening.

Special as the little snowflakes falling over a town that barely

Ever witnesses snow decorating its streets.

But, what happens when the daylight fades away?

When the moon is not that exceptional thing

That makes you look up and admire its everlasting glowing beauty?

When the scent of the rain goes unnoticed between the crowds

Of people walking through the streets in a hurry,

Trying to get home quickly, worrying

More about not getting drenched badly 

By those menacing little drops,

Rather than stop for a moment and actually 

Appreciate that messy, yet cozy feeling

Life rarely

Grants us?

When the memories of a snowy day

And those white specks, giving

A new loving color to wear proudly

To the landscape and everything in its surroundings,

Are no longer thoughts worthy

Of saving

Dearly

By our already weary minds?

Because she might be one of a kind, carrying with her the light of the sky,

But even the most precious, pure souls, end up being 

Forgotten as time passes by.

Lost in the deep sea of devoid memories...