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 cozy, yet messy 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...