silent and empty i wait.
unfathomed hues
and deepest blues
do touch the sky
and glide on by.
and i just listen
to them glisten.
my heart they strum
no beat no drum
no song no hum
just simply mum.
i dont touch them
they touch not me.
i am in glee
with my friend tree.
~ vani murarka
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