a drop of sunshine,
on a misty day ,
under the purple haze of orange edged clouds,
unfolding a new chapter,
blowing life into a dead night,
a puppet in the hands of nature?
beautifully designed to create a mirage,
could you then read the silent transformation,
of helpless change?
eloquently decorated,
following a certain pattern of change..
again and again?
confessions of nightly secrets whispered into the ears of a new day…

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