Was it just me or was that dusk surprisingly beautiful. Wandering through the beautiful territory of Kalam, it was my 3rd day in the beautiful city.
The dying sun, my endless thoughts, the mountain sight that would soon devour the sparkling light of that dying sun.
Sitting under an oak tree, watching the crescent moon slowly overthrowing the sun, thinking about my past, a thought, a moment more likely a lifetime experience. Gazing around, the white blanket of fresh fallen snow, the frozen lake and around the lake my eyes fell upon a duck. I was at least 40 miles away from any sort of life, all the humans, their livestock even their belongings nothing was to be found their. The only living things were those withered trees, that old duck, and my own self.
Surprisingly the only thing that cam to my mind, were some ideas of self resurrection. And a realization, that nobody stands by your side. You came alone, You go alone! Everything is temporary, Every thing is replaceable, This life, these relations, those belongings. You live your own story you write your own destiny. You resurrect your own self from pitch black sorrows. When you decide you conquer, it is just a matter of realization.
The light of resurrection, Everybody sees it in their own way Mine was this dying sun.
The dying sun, my endless thoughts, the mountain sight that would soon devour the sparkling light of that dying sun.
Sitting under an oak tree, watching the crescent moon slowly overthrowing the sun, thinking about my past, a thought, a moment more likely a lifetime experience. Gazing around, the white blanket of fresh fallen snow, the frozen lake and around the lake my eyes fell upon a duck. I was at least 40 miles away from any sort of life, all the humans, their livestock even their belongings nothing was to be found their. The only living things were those withered trees, that old duck, and my own self.
Surprisingly the only thing that cam to my mind, were some ideas of self resurrection. And a realization, that nobody stands by your side. You came alone, You go alone! Everything is temporary, Every thing is replaceable, This life, these relations, those belongings. You live your own story you write your own destiny. You resurrect your own self from pitch black sorrows. When you decide you conquer, it is just a matter of realization.
The light of resurrection, Everybody sees it in their own way Mine was this dying sun.
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