Vishal Dutia

Once, I believed my soul was a canvas of darkness, Brushed with insecurity, mistrust, and lust’s embrace. But then, moonlight crept in, a celestial ballet, Branches swaying, whispering secrets in a celestial cadence. A symphony unlike any earthly sound, My soul awakened, its ebony hues unbound.

Moonlight’s embrace, a celestial brush, Painting my soul with hues of hope and love’s blush. Branches swaying, a dance of ethereal light, Guiding my soul through the darkest night.

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