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Oct 2014
I awoke in the night,
turn on the light,
I look at the wall clock,
oh! its five.
I open the window ,
peer the sky,
the darkness was dwindled
and its about to white.
The moon was thinned
by remaining its fringe,
muted colours invaded
all over sky,
But...I don't know why.
The time seems to flow by fast
night has ended at last.
The touch of sunlight upon my face,
was delightful and great,
There's something about the morning light
but nothing to hate.....:]
Anubhuti priya
Written by
Anubhuti priya  Patna
(Patna)   
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