What a beauty! Close to perfection the piano's voice is accompanied by whispers of violins.
In the early minute of the day, their warm melodious embrace feels like rays of sunrise falling upon drops of dew. The dew shivers of pleasure and so does the spider web which has been patiently awaiting to capture a glimpse of its beauty. And thus a pearl takes birth. A pearl so precious because it lasts just until another early minute of the day passes by.
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... the end, one step away from the beginning ... is it the secret of intensity or the means for passion? Is it the pace in sharing each other until exhaustion, with a joy we cannot keep in, or the bitter flaws in silence, falling as a miles-space between ... ?
... is it time, as an extension of the first glimpse, the excuse in taking for granted the beauty in what we experience ... or is it the reason for us to indulge ourselves in the everyday mere existence ... ?
... the end of a cycle is the beginning of a new one, hence a chance to picking up from the last place we left off; I fear these things will never change for us at all
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