do not ask, what was that
floral emotion
strange emotion, the
path of flame or
the bed of
flowers,
whatever was that, life
learned to smile in
every condition,
the dream or
nightmare,
nothing
was subdued;
amid the scattered
beads and
delicate
fingers,
the
aesthetic touch was
inhabited, hence
the life,
anyhow reached to the
edge,the stairs of
shrine were
winding,
the
mysterious laugh of
destiny, however,
travelling
was
continued ! - -
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