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A Temple of Gold...






A walk on the lazy road. What showed the path was the dumbed stood wrecked street-light. Scenes, emotions and feeling were scattered finding their way in different directions few meters before the temple. 
The initial warm wash was bit surprising, the naked legs in that freezing temperature on chilled marble reminded the true spirituality, that feel was of few steps,  after that, it was a senseless walk. 
The image after few crawls didn't fade from mind and the glitter from eyes.
Although it was not the natural beauty but the human constructed beauty for spiritual desire. The temple was close, yet at the distance to cover. It stood, strict and hard in between on that waving liquid, it taught me of standing calm and hard on those unstable days. 
Staring the most beautiful lights of my life, the night when the moon for his presence with clouds had a fight. The purest form of gold, best then ornamented, which made the stars and moon shy. The path was good stretched over the water connecting to the temple.
A wait, outside that golden room, increased the eagerness level. 
As I stepped inside something embraced me tightly. The steps which crossed the golden gates they felt, sensed, realised me that all my problem, sorrows difficulties and thought were left out far and shelved with my shoes. 
The grains that I chewed were in its simple form and served in decent, that dinner proved that simplicity can kill deliciousness. 
To words the end the heartland embraced completed the dinner with desert.   

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