I know I am delicate by nature, covered in a weak, timid color, and often challenged by the turbulence of life. Looking at this exterior and interior working, I couldn't help but think of my arms' gentle, fabric-like texture.

Do my anxious eyes look transparent, like a soul, and be seen through a thin layer of the translucent fabric covering me?

While deeply pondering these thoughts, I sensed the intensifying Wind desperately seeking someone to listen.
When you are intelligently resourceful, you can make any process of strife easy! So, with my flexible emotional backbone, I decided to offer my support to listen to the agonized Wind to help ease her sorrow!

With the growling laughter, the Wind subsided, and the ground absorbed the bubbles of smoke and dust flying around.
Everything was left tranquil again.

As I continued on my path to befriend Wind, I could sense some emotional strain in her voice. However, the winking Wind appeared okay and even made fun of me by asking, "Do you even have ears, you poor chap?"
I replied, Yes, and along with it, I'm tiny and open, fragile and soft to wipe people's tears!

To my perplexity, she was a wise friend in disguise and advised me against giving my heart just to anyone because people don't know how to handle things with care if they don't want you.
While I struggled to manage my abrading and fretting process to provide her reply for defending my position, the Wind said she would want to whorl me along with her to reach my final destination.

An upside breakage I suffered within a few minutes,
With giddiness, I opened my eyes.
I was lying on a muddy elevated floor, which felt like a terrace!

The Wind started rustling off the leaves under my feet and constantly laughing at me.

As I moved forward, I could feel the touch of flowers brushing against my feet and heard someone crying while tears fell like petals from his eyes!
A handsome boy struggled to articulate his emotions and sought solace in tears to find clarity!

The beaming and smiling sun constantly reminded me of my magical healing nature!
I felt empathy for him and wanted to wipe away his tears.

The moment he started sharing his sorrow with his friend, I could hear the stars conversing with each other through their twinkling. The lilaceous flower vibe around him added a melancholy to the atmosphere, and the flowers were sad looking at the flowers poured down! The petals seemed to be shedding tears alongside him!

Soon, he carried me up and asked himself, how did I fly onto his terrace?

He walked close and slowly to the wire railing and clipped me up on the steel wire.
The wet lingering on my borders reminded me * that I don't have a heart. I'm just a pretty pink handkerchief!

I realized I was not alone as the gracious rain washed away the marks of soiled and muddy stress on my frills.

I felt free, like a soft, frail leaf!
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O, the echoes of dignity!
It doesn't have any stature,

O, the echoes of dignity!
It doesn't have any pictures!

O, the echoes of dignity!
It doesn't have any color!

O, the echoes of dignity!
It holds no position.

Such is the echo of dignity.

O, the echoes of dignity!
They resonate deeply in every layer of our expectations!

There are many problematic shadows.
But one can feel the presence of ways to repent and make things right!

But beware! The softness always wants to protect from the bitterness of guilt while one still wants to repent, whereas my struggling mode strives to seek the balance between these impulses.

I know it is the world of ragging dignities of so many people who sometimes listen to their inner voices or don't!

O, the echoes of dignity!
I want to feel the quest for the quality of freedom and the responsibility of freedom, for one can be amidst adversity and gain victory against all the fearful demons of compromising odds!
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Oh, hidden sway over my soul, I call out to you!

The roads direct me to the ways aligned with my aspirations!

The streets that return their gaze to me ask if I am broken.
The bubbles of tears below my eyes testify to my answer to their question!

The aimlessness of my heart leads me nowhere.
While I tiptoe on the shining concrete surface,
The time clicks away to the surface and moves on!

The graveyard of stories cry,
They try hard to know about their final chapters,
They dig painfully to bring the replication of my feelings.

The ripples on the gray water increase its movement,
bringing the phases closer to their ending part!
I look my coal eyes in acceptance of my heart's yearning.

My heart sighs with a deep breath.
It acts like a relieving oath of finding the unseen moon of my heart!
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My boundaries of love don't know how to end their most beloved chapters!
They cry to feel some love.
This love symbolizes the shining little pink heart with its hue that seeks detachment from the people who keep entering and exiting my life!

I try to remember your beautiful color in nuanced shades of sunrise and sunset, which reminds me of my truest boundaries.

The overwhelming and decisive nature of my contented heart is such that it allows me to carry the heavy weight of the breaking junctures of my life!

The fiery boundaries burn with intensity; ask me what are my authentic boundaries. At the same time, I refuse to tremble looking at the sight of a funeral!

I ask myself, "What are my genuine boundaries?" as I stand here, possessing nothing and at the accepting end of everything.
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I'm bidding farewell to the emotions of Your faraway eyes looking at a distance.
It is a farewell to the voidness that faces the nature of the two-way streets.
Those streets bother me.
Despite having no information or communication, it influences my assumptions and interpretations.
I know those eyes,
They are not angry with me.

My emotions tied to your gaze, used to save my vision, now turn out to be challenging.
The process wants me to shake my hands with the reality of situations.

Your eyes are in the form of destiny. I feel the pinch of uneasiness that seems to be fated!
It helps me manage my expectations, therefore, confront and accept the realities with a more grounded and realistic perspective.

The Efforts act like treasure.
It allows one to bear the broken pieces with grace!

I must confess.
The heart of endurance knows.
The tragedies happen in the skies of the heart.
And they are not always meant for pouring out the rain,
but eventually, by preserving through the challenging moments, one emerges stronger and becomes appreciative of the joy reflecting from the following rainbow of eyes.

This sadness has a brave art of a sailing heart.
It encapsulates the wheels of sorrow, ready to embrace the necessary and unavoidable cup of suffering.
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O! My last place, would you like to teach me what love is by showing me how to bend?

O! My last place, do you want to teach me what competition is by competing with the sheer madness of all the societal stigmas?

O! weighty conclusions, do you want to teach me how to live by typing your name and calculating the mistake?

O! The freshness of the insightful photo. Do you want to teach me what new color in emotion I crave in life?

O! My last place, I'm grateful to you despite my unanswered questions and desire for growth!
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I wonder about the imagery of my faith.
I feel the presence of a happy sun
when I'm stuck with the sight to know how its essence thrives.

The way you smile and talk is difficult to imagine.

When I see you smiling, I'm on the winning side of the situation.
The plans and procedure of silence are such that it allows one to have multiple windows of assumptions, but when it comes to having clarity about it, I shudder at the thought it will alter how I feel about it.

The happy sun is agreeable in all situations, and it makes me agree too that you have entered my heart with natural grace through your photos, and it has had a profound effect on me.

Nevertheless, the pictures I used to look at are now pictures of goodbyes. What am I looking at? I'm pondering this fact now.

I love seeing you smiling and laughing from the heart. Will you change the course I am taking up?

I want to know about the new color that the appearance of my faith would like to take up!
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