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Reminiscence
of an unfinished painting
Assimilated colors of the wind
Meandering along the pond
To trace imprint of memories
Surrounded by the misty air of the morning
She remains in quietude
The melody of
quietude
Embroiders the painting
Fragrance of an old familiar morning
Mingles its essence in the wind
Perhaps recollecting her memories
She gazes at the surface of the sleeping pond
She's well
acquainted with the pond
And thoroughly comprehends its quietude
She recalls the memories
That reflect from the painting
...Somewhere in the open wind
Pervades a melancholy morning
Gathers her
sentiments of the morning
And leaves them resting on the pond
She floats amongst the soothing wind
She dwells in serene quietude
In the unfinished painting
Gradually embracing her memories
Diving into
the memories
En liven once again the bygone morning
Mesmerizes herself into the painting
Merging reality and delusion of the pond
All remains in ambiance of quietude
Carries off by the soft blowing wind
Fathom
sadness in the wind
She tries to hold on to the memories
Searching for a trace in the quietude
But it has swept far away with each passing morning
Now acknowledge the essence of the pond
To be nothing more than the hazy painting
The painting
evolves with the wind
The pond tranquilly unfolds her memories
Morning goes on in melancholy quietude
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