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It is the time when
Silence
Sunlight
And
Dust
Slowly merging into an evening.
Golden lights upon the treeless streets
Sitting down through a haze of dust,
Teeming crowds of men and women
Settle down like a red winding sheet

On the serried tumult
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Sunday, March 15, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: homesick
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