The brick pavement around the well breaks,
Yet the gaping mouth of red brick fragments stays awake,
In the fading evening, mangoes bud and swell,
A flock of parrots discovers these secrets.
Years end, years come, the world moves on like this,
In a deep, enchanting spell, fingers ache and slowly withdraw.
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