The blue elegant sky on one side, above the calm and quiet lake beside, dont know which one to choose. The lake engulfing me, the sky far apart. Swans say, the lake is just a hallucination, a mere reflection of shadows. But the sky, it is all pervading. The lake makes me wet;strings attached. I have to break the strings, rub away the water.Sky simple make you dissolve. Its doesn't wet you, touch you or make you tied. It lets you free, loose.You lose all your identity there.You can say, you are the sky itself. But the sky is the real truth.
Don't know why am I symbolizing everything I write. But I wait to make sure no one understands what I write.
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