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Dusk comes, softly, slowly, like a shy bride
Dusk comes with a golden-red veil as if to hide
The diamonds in the hair, the khol in the eyes
Heat arises from the earth and flies
Straight into the sky; birds twitter
Suddenly life doesn't seem to be so bitter
A mud path leads to a lane bordered by trees
Dusk falls, each home has its stories;
Clatter of pans, people back from work, now
Approaching darkness, trees in shadow
Now voices that rise and fall, babies cry
Dusk falls and the day bows and says goodbye.
Rani Turton
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