“Soon , I will fade away in the prevailing mist of regret and affection ; i will soon be the gold in the copper evening sun about to pierce the horizon ; i will soon be the dimming stars of the gloomy night sky ; i will soon be the broke chariot in the crimson battle grounds of love ; i will soon be the blowing scentless breeze of the long forgotten forest of separation ; but before that I will be the magical strokes of heavenly golden sunshine , i will be the lavender blush in the purple sky roofing my dear ones , to love and to heal , before I become the last few glittering shades of sour good bye ¦¦..”
