When the last drop of rain dipped from the clouds; when the thunderbolts disappeared unto the songs of morning birds; when the lightening vanished unto the bright light of a morning- there was silence - silence enchanting!
When the way stretched from morning still evenings, tired of my struggle to catch those dicey moments escaping from my fingertips, in the twilight evening of serenity when I smiled, there was silence - melancholic silence!
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