A chilly dusk as I sashayed on the street
My heart somersaulted
I held my breathe
And walked away
There was a surprise rain
That hit me from head to toe
leaving me dripping
Next to a shade I sat
As the young paupers played in the deluge of rain
I suddenly lost breathe
and slowly I was getting breathless
Before I could give up my ghost
the young pauper put something in my mouth
And guess what,
it was my inhaler
I got hold of it
inhaled the drug until I was stable
With dirty soaked clothes
the young girl stood next to me
With pity looks she gazed at me
I then discovered the pauper in me
©monicakisa
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