A room looks empty in the engulfing dark,
but the morning light streaming in reveals the decor:
chairs, desk, bed, tapestries filling the space
with subtle touches of taste and elegance -
a soft ambience created by mental hues, tones.
Wordless silence seems empty, yet is the source
of poetry: a phrase, a simile, a metaphor emerging
from deep silence, resonating in every layer
of the depths with the potential of a credence -
the distant horizon, azure, beckoning, reachable.
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Like a master of theatre art, you have set the stage perfectly in this 'Theatre Of Mind' so that the act of life could be enacted. Amazing presentation. Thanks.