The unfinished lines in his mind, scatter across the landscape of emotions. Sometimes there is a finality in the unspoken and the unwritten. The power of these words can resonate with those who live by the unspoken!
Some of us may travail in pain oblivious to the role of fate. It's through these difficult experiences one tries to find the strength. Some people find a life in a death. And some die with the dead. Grief knocks when one is most unaware. Sitting in a cab, looking out of the window, the rainbow dashes in a hurry, the rolling drops from the eyes are held along gently and are melted in the palette.
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