VOICE OF THE DUSK

Sitting alone on the old timber bench,

The lovely young boy watched the burning sun softly kissing the tranquil ocean,

The union of intense grief and illuminating joy was splashed far and wide making the sky brunette.

 As he saw the sunset, he saw the depth of marine within him and the furious tides of emotions hitting the shores of his trembling heart. His body felt exhausted with the inner turmoil while his intellect felt suffocated in the conflict of heart and mind.Pain was desperate to break the boundaries, and tears ran down his glowing juvenile face. Sealing his warm and wet eyes he wished to assemble himself and fall asleep.

 As he felt the satin clod hug of the wind soft ly healing him, an angelic voice whispered to him,

 “Your center carved with deep cuts of fears and scripts of failures is the home to your pure soul,Your spirit is the sun adorned with the light of compassion and curiosity. In your existence as profound and mysterious as the sea lying are the precious treasures of reliance and bravery. In the hollowness and emptiness of your core lies the solution to every puzzle of life. As you walk on the edge, the heaven above and earth beneath gives you the authority to manifest your needs. Honor your feelings and desire the wise, for love begins from you, it is the essence of your being and is forever eternal and absolute.”

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