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Good Night

Feeling the stillness in this growing night
How passive is a planet that sparkles in blue
Where wind and monsoon breeze caressing a seal
And silhouetted buildings are black as shadow
And the only sign of being is whiffs of sniff

Allow me to fly and nip upon the clouds,
Then rest my soul upon the splendor of thy abode
Upon these peculiar and unfamiliar mountains
I breath the evening’s aurora soothe my innocent spirit

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Wednesday, April 29, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: night
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Kumarmani Mahakul 30 April 2015

Do not utter a word, the fragile world will shatter So delicate to bear the burden of words Those angelic powerful words...........nicely envisioned. A beautiful poem having fantastic phraseology. Many thanks.

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