My famished roots are crying their misery over immaculate emotions, which are heaving upward after knowing a sedate truth!
I understand mere physically, we may greet each other with our meeting hands. But if we are not inside the point of intersection, then I am afraid the darkness would squall and bitterly weep again.
I know there's an another fact about the dreary darkness that it would also glimmer with its yearning for earnestness. Even if it is after a little downcast!