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Remains Of The Night

Summer's Fog
Morning is not here yet
I cannot see
The sleeping town in front of me.
A refreshing air comes from the west
Palm trees stand in the fog
While contemplating
On what is left of the night
I hear sounds of birds.
Bare feet
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Rizwan Saleem 29 November 2015
Very well put. A beautiful expression
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