
At dawn, stars disappear taking with them the last whispers of a whirling party. I remember the sounds, the scents, and the colors of a dream evening. Twirling notes of an orchestra praising thousand and one legends are still ringing in my years. At first light, I recognise in the morning dew, its evanescent elegance, it's immortal beauty. Rose Sheherazade
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