The echoes of pain glorified the dark corners of the ignited mind. While the night danced in the glory of the dark, the silence prevailed in the epiphany of the mind and all around. The prayers resonated in the enclosure, breathing the aroma of its depth and finally settling at a nice corner of the room. The heart, well it did it’s job, without a care in the world. The mind was a fighting a war within itself. Crumbled pages lie silently at the corner of the room as the ink went dry, the thoughts astray.
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