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!
Holding the arms of the beloved listening to the songs of earthly love when slept, when the withering May-flowers woke me up from deepest slumber, amidst the wandering clouds when I searched, there was silence- mesmerising silence!
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