She stares out a window absorbed in swirl of thoughts.
Perhaps, we are a pretty mess, covered in fingerprints
of time. Faith is but state of openness and trust which
once lost is swiped away like ashes and dust.
The ache of emotions, served as a memory of numbness
and betrayal. The past swims in the air and grows like a
garland in a garden. She watched, as bowl of barley and
honey dissolves as heavenly wine. Lo! silence sought to
whisper; “However love’s a feeling of togetherness that
is braided with the openness in our hearts.”
Lo! kneading faith beneath the sun;
With cherished thoughts life begun.
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