It was virtually an orchestra of another kind but with a charm of its own. The words lend grace to the narrative in which time wafts between its dimensions. Thanks, Nishtha. I quote the following:
We sit, paralyzed, at the mercy / of time, with its tornadoes of woe / in contrast to fountains of tranquility,
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It was virtually an orchestra of another kind but with a charm of its own. The words lend grace to the narrative in which time wafts between its dimensions. Thanks, Nishtha. I quote the following: We sit, paralyzed, at the mercy / of time, with its tornadoes of woe / in contrast to fountains of tranquility,
Thank you! :)