The glorious sun is set but a hope to rise again is left. There is no use to lament for the vanishing sun or the passing moon crescent. The world will bathe again in the saffron sunlight after a dark and gloomy night. Coming and going, arrival and departure are the predestined steps of divine procedure. The sun may set but the glory will shine dipping into the mystic river divine.
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