In an emotional search for the rhythm of love,
You have laid down the glassy wreath of coloured flowers
shaded in colour of gray,
dimming the sunny appearance of yellow,
where do you go from here?
Away from the dirge of the moonless night
How would you hush the howling winds of a cloudless sky?
Perhaps you need a wing!
To soar above the depression of a broken heart.
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