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Hi Azita, In the silence dreams came and brought your silhout against the sky... ...... your cold fingers....cut and folded... ...... in an envelope... ... that brought to mind how we fought to the bitter end Your knife is still sharp... rain is brighter than anything clouds had to offer. Exquisite sequence to images, right dose of words making up for the emotions, the world of horror, and in the end the silver lining just throwing an bright light of hope.. Beautiful poem. Loved reading. Congratulations for penning down such a great poem and thanks for sharing.10+++