the ripples of red sun
\nwhich drowned in a white lake
\nseeking to get close to its own\u00a0 reflection;<\/p>\n
whispers of eastern winds
\nwhile wading through clumps of bamboo
\ndeluding itself that rustling sound was its echo<\/p>\n
when the silence was engulfed in an intrigue
\nto retain the cloak of subtlety or speak out
\nwhy did it chose to just whisper its disapproval<\/p>\n
the banks of a river were worn out
\ndid not matter how often\u00a0 the waves swept over them
\nbut then one day that river swallowed the banks to become a lake<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
the ripples of red sun which drowned in a white lake seeking to get close to its own\u00a0 reflection; whispers of eastern winds while wading through clumps of bamboo deluding itself that rustling sound was its echo when the silence was engulfed in an intrigue to retain the cloak of subtlety or speak out why … <\/p>\n