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Midst pastel of life
When a blue-eyed soul, is stuck in the midst pastel of life.
The canvas of thick and thin,
The path of dusk and glitters.
When once-life questions with an exclamation rather than question mark,
Those midst pastel of life feels like an ocean earthquake.
Sea tide surges with it's long silvery roll,
Which reminds of the end line.
Though, those lines are made of waves.
When life walks in the pastel thin path,
The escalation replicates as the silvery rolls waves far away.
In the midst pastel of life, feels like a stuck Moon in an ocean.
As brilliant as stars, sometimes covered with a thin dusk.
Though, it's a pastel-thin path, there is no way to the silvery lines.
When everything seems to be end.
Stars twinkles as a hope in the end.
As it welcomes the twilight,
As the canvas of glitters, showers on the ocean.
Finally, It creates a beautiful phenomena called Bioluminesence, In the midst pastel of life.
© @Gayathrisulakhe.
The canvas of thick and thin,
The path of dusk and glitters.
When once-life questions with an exclamation rather than question mark,
Those midst pastel of life feels like an ocean earthquake.
Sea tide surges with it's long silvery roll,
Which reminds of the end line.
Though, those lines are made of waves.
When life walks in the pastel thin path,
The escalation replicates as the silvery rolls waves far away.
In the midst pastel of life, feels like a stuck Moon in an ocean.
As brilliant as stars, sometimes covered with a thin dusk.
Though, it's a pastel-thin path, there is no way to the silvery lines.
When everything seems to be end.
Stars twinkles as a hope in the end.
As it welcomes the twilight,
As the canvas of glitters, showers on the ocean.
Finally, It creates a beautiful phenomena called Bioluminesence, In the midst pastel of life.
© @Gayathrisulakhe.
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