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Jul 2013
Over the ebbing tide of noise
Falls the hush from the sky,
A crimson farewell to the day
Paints a melancholy in the air,
One last flutter the wings come to rest
Waiting for starlight to warm the nest…
Looking back, so hollow the bygone times ring,
As quietly sets in another evening.
Pradip Chattopadhyay
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