From behind the Soft,
silently it emerged.
Pure and pearly,
trickles down the flow.
Gradual...down the slope,
not gushing, but a silent stroke.
Blurring by...the vision,
but what's left to see?
Shattered and abandoned,
From the last hope, its free...
drishti magoo
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