'The shimmering world'

        The Umbra was dense. Hiding from the depth of darkness and carrying carefuly the breathe. I stepped, pulled the curtains. I dared and i conquered 'the shimmering world'.

        It was midnight, light was out. The building behind the flat mountains under the glimmering stars stood hard. The eyes behind the curtain reflected the shimmer. Thereby coupling the duality so well. 'the shimmering world' embraced the diverse patterns of joy.

        The subdued 'crescent' showering the essence of an honesty n consistency. Beaming the twinkling little stars exibited 'the height of greatness with display of littleness'. Grounding the world were the grounding lights of the city. Displayed the passion, the excitement and the liveliness of the thoughts of people juggling with their activities. Decoring thr canvas, a crease of street lights illuminating the careful direction. Blooming within the aura were the work-site flood lights dazzling the hardwork of a million heads and hands.

        Finally to supplement the supreme crowning, oil in the laps of fibre sacrificed and the inside illuminated. Putting the curtains down, the eyes absorbed 'the shimmer world'. The connectionand the joy was unbound.