Floated in the infinite space,
You are a weightless bird.
The lines and boundaries,
Melted away.
The sky is all red, blue, black.
Time lost all its meaning,
You cease to be the hero, or the villain.
The tears and the laughter,
The children and the village roads,
The lives of the rivers and green fields,
Vivid once again are shadows on fleeting moments.
House of stones and heap of bones,
The treasure of victories,
Blood stained swords of valour,
Specks in disappearing sands.
You drift away,
You are the weightless child,
Once again, the sense, the veils,
Melted away in the pristine sky.
And tranquillity is the evening.
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