'With the cycle of rays merging at horizon
the time was passing
and a tall enthusiasm,
was adding new colors
in the dull sky of a small chirping bird,
weaving new threads
in painting on canvas of life'
'As the colorful sky in which
the bird is flying
seems to be divine of something
beyond the reason and control
her eyes trying to signify of which
she wants to delineate the experience,
but her voice mysteriously got multiplied
with the silence of the sound of
"words that left unspoken"
dwelling midway between her heart and lips'
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