I sit by the window and stare at the empty faces walking with a bare mind. I wonder theirs so much to carry in a naked mind. The art, the winds, the sunshine and all the madness of the beloved's smile.There are sceneries not seen by them. But, a place of oblivion they have always lived in. There is a sad bird singing they haven't heard yet. But, a sad song they have always been singing. There is a velvet sky not seen by them since long. But, a room of dark walls they have always gazing at. There are flowers blooming, they haven't yet seen. But, have seen a dead plant residing in front of them. They haven't touched love yet. But, there's a exotic form of love stored in their mind. They have seen beauty in nothingness, not seen by all. There's beauty they carry in their mind, of falling things, and of tranquil solace. They decipher longings, with the abundance they are living in and the art which is there in their heart and bones. They beauty of a naked mind, is beyond the beauty of shooting stars falling from the skies, the mountains, the white snow cover, and the birds singing in a chorus. It is something metaphorically amazing and esoteric and you may never know it's extend.
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