Out there somewhere lies that uncharted land I'm seeking
The land of melancholy silence and serene joy..
A joy almost unconscious of its being
A silence that speaks too much
So much that the inner noise turns into a crescendo
A crescendo that fades away into non being
Leaving behind trails that lead you to those long sought answers
That is the place I'm looking for
Whose presence itself is a reason enough to be
Where being itself is an ecstasy..
Ecstasy in which simple emotions turn into passions
And life is a celebration....
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