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Jan 2015
These winds on that late evening sunset,
Bringing wisps of the broken past.
Atop the concrete terrace did I sit,
Watching the heaviness ebbing away.
Far away did they go,
With these winds that rushed past me.
To the abode of entombed dreams,
Where the land never meets the horizon.
Aparajhitha Sudarsan
Written by
Aparajhitha Sudarsan  India
(India)   
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