Same voice, same complexion;
An evening sky devoid of all splendours;
Empty and dreary with no clouds around;
Desolate shores where millions flowers of froth
Are given birth by the sea, unsavoured ...
Silence builds a nest in the heart
An everlasting pain sustained and stood
In the celestial sphere, without diffusion.
Winter and spring arrived and departed
With its melodious tidings and ornate grandeur;
Boisterous exhilarations and joyful outbursts.
Still the mind was in penance
Without articulations;
Only a grey flower dangled on the
Branches of reminiscence, unshriveled...
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