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Nov 2020

At sunset
The sky turns in liquid gold
The trees with forgotten leaves
Promised, new to grow
Orange pinwheel, rolls down the hills
The shadows of the bark, evenly spill
on the grey grained roads
Shining bright and dark
The twilight begins


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Sarita Aditya Verma
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Sarita Aditya Verma  45/F/Pune, India
(45/F/Pune, India)   
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