Blissful breeze

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Finishing with a neat topping

Or an extravagant flourish

Sometimes weaving unending beautiful chaos

Colored chords radiating out of the window

Until the last sound disappears

Fading into tranquility

And when absoluteness inhales

To pause

To hold its breath

And curtains no more flapped

The crisp white papers no more wiggled

Edging Under the thick hard-packed bible

Metal Hangings no more clanked

I stand still glaring across the room

As I rolled my eyes left to right

Running into the space of silence

Collecting the straggled scraps everywhere

Only to bliss after the final rustle

And yes, I am back. I am renewed

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Alekhya Lingutla

For every emotion that is instilled, I write to unfold.