Sighs saunter along the garden streaked with melancholic colours
When dreams are difficult to attain at the peak of evolving turmoil
A garden loses touch with the beauty of life and colours fade too soon
Languorous season lean against the grey sky to signal early slumber
Frantic ripples now settle down deep into the hidden vortex of the stream
The growing restlessness reflected intermittently in the indecisive eyes
Hollow winds steal the words of the world; it becomes stifling
One cannot wander too far through the hurdles that spring from the earth
~Amitav
What a beautiful line…Hollow winds steal the words from the world…they are haunting and apocalyptic!
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Thank you, Kim! There are many events that are inexplicable and may not be aware of because of being busy with the daily rush. Silence can be a great teacher.
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