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The white smithereens of clouds,
Against the backdrop of azure sky,
Start floating around the rainbow;
It would slowly cover my view,
Fading the hue and colour.

The seclusion starts immuring me,
By making a shell so thick around,
That I am unable to cast off,
And I am left here,
To be a mute spectator,
To witness the events to come,
With a bag of mixed emotions,
Fighting each other for supremacy.

Accept this bauquet please,
The nosegays of best wishes,
Clustered together with,
The thread of amity.