He stood there, just stood watching the sight that beheld him. He didn't move too much. Such was the sight for an ink-soaked story-telling mind. He stood there in serenity in those robes pale and white or such was the scene when my mind was in sub-conscious kind. He was looking out from that balcony, some sort of strange dream. I didn't see his face, he was travelling into the world green. He stood there, gazing at whatever beheld him. Now I sit here, trying to recollect that vague detail. Dreams. Momentary dreams. Just dreams. 26.12.2017/ 28.12.2017
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