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Showing posts from November 4, 2009

Night and After Night.

The dark dome was stolen, 'but it will be replaced', sighed someone. The pillars, painted with green, stood unprovoked, though a stir, a movement, a turmoil, was seen on the ground.
It was altogether a new sight: a scene without the dark dome. It was unimagined, exquisite and brand new. It was a gift. Every gift is special, bright; it can only be marked with a light, with the truest smile, silent.
The dark dome was a protection, under the unknown designs- of storms and thunders. It had designs on its highest part; shining buttons. And a hole, which appears and disappears, at times with fourteen days in between, which passes the light in; needed a repair, but none did anything to it. The dome had been stolen. The night by the sun, to make something visible.