There comes a time when the brook’s flow diminishes,
Sun’s light gets obstructed, we falter on our wishes.
Source of smile pokes like a thorn and stability just decreases.
Magic seizes to happen and inspiration besieges.
What would you have me say then?
I would prefer some silence
For it will break again when
The flow gets restored.
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Amazing… beautifuly expressed….👌👌🌈🌈