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Dec 2016
Ghost town impression,
Hooded eyes cower.
Gazing across white murk,
Solitary, stands a snow capped bower.

Scrambling steps,
Wiccan wallowing of the willows,
Pronounce a guest; a traveler,
Would you give him rest?
Arjun Tyagi
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Arjun Tyagi  24/M/New Delhi, India
(24/M/New Delhi, India)   
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