Westward flows the light
as the east is set to sink in the tide of the night.
The sun lights a candle in the silent waves,
The spectacle of the sun parting thus,
happens and will happen till eternity,
and yet the dance, the silence of the sea,
and the passion of the embrace,
as if the whisper of the last adieu.
Hope is the rock of the silent dance of eternity.
Sushama Karnik
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