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Then God sent a sip of solitude, in silent grace and a dash of hue, Colours that made the broken whole and gave the seeking heart its due. The birds then sang in sacred peace—from darkness of night to glowing release.
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May 3
May 3, 2026 at 12:30 AM UTC
A Sip of Solitude
Then God sent a sip of solitude, in silent grace and a dash of hue, Colours that made the broken whole and gave the seeking heart its due. The birds then sang in sacred peace—from darkness of night to glowing release.
jamil-hussain
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May 3
May 3, 2026 at 12:30 AM UTC
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