We congregate enthusiastically, yet, significantly oblivious to each other

Tapestry of invisible feelings create interesting patterns on some idealistic canvas

World pours itself to the brim and life becomes preoccupied with the deluge

Our meanings borrowed and burdened with perceptions through pinholes

Such visions and their reflections off the mirrors adulterated after deliberation

Truth is an incisive force which can shatter the misconceptions of reflections


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