بسم الله الرحمان الرحيم

The clouds take no form as the single droplets of rain weave themselves out of the mache
As each spine of grass quibble for the sparse mercy to relieve their torment a girl lies in communion with the ground.
Eyes closed, the scent of moist soil so sweet and short lived.
The body longing the ground;
The ground savouring each moment .
Yearning the ecstatic breath could last a lifetime,
The value of precious time loses all meaning.
Falling into a deep slumber of emptiness
To gradually lift out of consciousness
And there amid the tranquility of silence
The music of the birds brings back to life the passing of now.
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