Twenty-two acres of blank canvas cascaded in cusp of our existence we knitted stories with colours unlearnt history of pallette we tossed fate upon wind forgot ellipsis of rainbows clotted in white time puddle we woke up to another language veiled envelopes of spring letters double folding upon our guilt something outside our knowns canvas shadowed by Wordsworth's daffodils handcuffed our destinies by a song holding autumn inside voice someone said leave love in rainy streets to bring back after sunsets we drew outlines along flow of damp love simple shapes of stars infusing unbroken dreams crafted in dark silence of skies