Then The days are always long and the nights, much too short to see the swirls and strains of the rainbows, those fantastic creations of the soul. to see, to hear, to touch or perhaps just a whiff of the perfume that lingers when the heart remembers. Be gone, the sun and take the days with you. for I have no need of them. I am blessed by the night. Then, the world ceases to exist And I can revel in my memories and what-could-have-beens. And they are mine alone.
Anjali Rajagopalan's Questions:
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