Convergence of these silent echos
can only be heard in the
holy and gray landscape
of their impending death ,
a death of all that is
fragile , black and bleak,
a death of all that is
wavering and wilting ,
a death of all that is
shifting shores by the second ,
a death of all that
exists only in enchanting words ,
so that life can sprout once again ,
in utter silence .
Akash
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