When the entire world descends into their sleeping abode, I keep talking to the stars alone, seeking answers to my innumerable questions.
There's a voice that hunts me down...
There's a tune that lures me...
There's a tornado that whirls around.
Pillars of light pierce through me and battle each other.
When the winds of fire burn inside, rainbows emerge from the gorge of silence-the vacant niche gets occupied.
"And they lived happily ever after"--has been the first tutor of mankind-so do people say. And the WORST by far.
It inflates the patience in man till he transforms into a piece of stone!
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