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Mar 2015
Tonight like every night,
the lonely crow will visit my windowsill.
I can almost hear him breathe if I keep very still.
It peers, never breaking the ice-
Not a sound provoking the serenity
If it's not here tomorrow
I'll probably spare some time wondering why
and peer at the windowsill
like a creep.
M S
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M S  Kolkata, India
(Kolkata, India)   
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