When there is nothing left to say at all


The Light finally returned after the last greys closed counters and we rose together,and it didn’t matter that there were brown polluted spots over our Himalayas and Minds ;  and that some were grasshoppers and some were not called anything at all, they were just there : like me and a few other billion people trying to stand tall,

that’s when the Light turned into me this morning : irrespective of what I am or where, It falls equally on all without too much conversation… new every morning irrespective of the night

such light



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