The fragrance of the night flowers whetted moonlight’s milky soft buoyancy. It shone on me without prejudice like the serene Peace .The lonely night’s darkness swelled the silent beauty of my bliss as hidden nature held more hopes underneath its shroud. A tranquil breeze moved a few leaves to rustle under my feet. I was not alone; I looked up and saw myself gazing down. My blues got fused with the ether and created countless flickers in the endless canvas of awareness. The nocturne seemed to…
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