I sit with the echoes of my longing
And the still sad humdrum of humanity
There is a sigh of my timid horizon
Where the noon day begins
Where the stars shall be won
And nothing
Nothing will be relevant except for the moment
We breathe
A minute second of magical ecstasy
A rainbow hidden, finally blooming. 

Published by Moushmi Radhanpara

A woman questioning almost everything, trying to find answers through her's and your words. I am on an unending quest, walking the paths of unknown. I am walking and walking, may be too slow, but I am doing it. I am happy as long as I do not stop. I will be content to fall, to fly, to swim, to drown, only never to stop.

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