We are the unheard echoes
that line the whistle of time .
We are the unseen dreams
that twinkle in starry eyes.
We are the unsketched silhoutte
that makes light feel sure .
We are the unsown seeds
that dare the grown up trees.
We are the the last dot
that makes sigma feel complete.
We are the unsketched silhouette that makes light feel sure , perfect daily dose keep 'em coming, happy new year...regards