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“As grief ripples through the river of soul where white lilies sleep, it finds its lyrics for the deeps are lit and unknowingly escapes the sadness through the flute for the soul is in wonder at the song it weaves.... You who once curled on the rusty bed in quiet, now find the caress that gently sways you inside, and grief o' grief shuffles the layers of your deeps. Darkness is thick no more for the lonesome moments turn to dawn and the glimmer of light is disguised no more....” — Jayita Bhattacharjee
As grief ripples through the river of soul where white lilies sleep, it finds its lyrics for the deeps are lit and unknowingly escapes the sadness through the flute for the soul is in wonder at the song it weaves....
You who once curled on the rusty bed in quiet, now find the caress that gently sways you inside, and grief o' grief shuffles the layers of your deeps. Darkness is thick no more for the lonesome moments turn to dawn and the glimmer of light is disguised no more....