the sky held such beautiful hues in the morning.. clouds sunbathing in muted orange light.. while some dark with envy rush to veil it from sight.. their edges glowing despite themselves.. a heavenly light streaming through.. the sun rises bit by bit.. an inner radiance that dazzles.. there is a poet inside.. desperately seeking the music within.. do i need the words.. or the heart to string a song.. fingers of light comb across the sky.. highlighting clouds with streaks of unearthly light.. there are infinite gardens in our mind.. where we walk hand in hand with the people in our thoughts.. rearing the garden as per the climate of our reverie.. some a haven of fragrant flowers.. some a wilderness of weeds and thorns.. but we find room to sit.. long enough to affect the seasons of our heart.. the sun is high up in the sky.. brilliant.. defying us to look straight in the eye.. the same sun you can stare at mesmerized at dawn and dusk.. humbles you into looking away.. why do we question each other or protest.. at the changing seasons of our heart.. for like the sun.. a soul still remains the same..
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