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2d
The day commences, towards its end,
Twilight faced across the sky.
A cold night surges, unyielding to bend,
As the radiant hope, so high.

The warmth fades, no hope to subdue,
gloom rises through the skyline.
The pack returns for curfew,
Beneath stars that calmly shine.
I got the inspiration during dusk; as I saw kids playing outside, people returning home from work, school.
Written by
Nishan Niraula  17/M/Nepal
(17/M/Nepal)   
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