in the corridor of silence

when the subtle stirrings
from corridor of silence inspire,
why do we feel desolate,
why should empty arms,
not embrace all the sunshine,
all the colour on the horizon,
go out and reach for that elusive smile,
which sustains the hopes,
of a shooting star

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