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Light

I walked towards the window and part the curtain with my hands and gazed at the distance moon with its fleeting light hovering in the sky and the stars around it moves slowly with a majestic pride and daylight merges with the night flickering long rays of light all over the benevolent sky. I stood there for a while and absorb the scene and the solitude saturate its beams around me and the credence of the soul meet with the conscience of the mind and the meeting was divine. For the first time I felt your spirit in confrontation with mine doing something appealing, the bliss entered the list and the swallow looking at us and humming a merry little tune. We penetrate each other for a brief moment scanning conscience and soul while we listen to the bird sings. There are moments that you will never capture again and people that you will never see again, but as the night unfolds my heart began to open to thee. It is that special magic that embraces the meticulous person in you and the trees in all its rapture spread its branches around my song and moment suddenly fade. I stood at the window for a while and observe the light blazing in the sky hot air meet with cold air making music in the heavens while the earth pressure passes by. I could hear the fishermen on the boat out in the deep complaining about the lost sheep, their thunderous voice rumbles in ocean as they compete with the big waves flaunting in the sea. The mountain stood still and held its composure and the night kept holding on to its rapture, the sky meet below the hill and the moving shadows give me the chill. The earth began to move and the mountain began to shake and next thing I knew it was daybreak, I look out the window once more to make sure that the moon is there and I clench firmly on to my sanity.

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