No reply, just a gentle whisper of the wind.
No echo, just a gentle diffusion into infinity.
No horizon, land and sky blurred together.
No love, feelings flow without a dam to bridge.
Whiteness is what comes to mind,
But white is all colours present, mixing in equal parts.
Take them away, one by one, colours, sight, sound;
Blackness, emptiness.
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