Zephyr

Why can't you hear what the flowers white said to the fountains faraway in a moonlit night? Why your journey cease on the edge of the petals each time while sways them wind?

Why you claim yourself a listener, when you can unable to hear flowers and fountains to each other echo what in a cloudy day! Why you claim yourself as an ally of wind, while you unaware completely are of that flowers are the poesy of a shapeless painter : Wind!

Who can't hear the unheard is not a listener. Who can't perceive smelling the wind which canyon's balmy it carries never be a mystic. Who can't yet experience the brushstro

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~ Muhammad Aazan