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Evening's soul rests on dark, light, shades even as shadows fall on streets even as the drunk starts ululating. Evening has a soul, and in it impinges past. In Evenings I just want thoughts to saunter. Nascent. And in evening the ghoul starts talking and the owl serenading. Dogs and ******* give moaning catcalls, to signify their presence, that they are living like me and you. Evenings do a turn around as darkness spreads into my body. I weave unbecoming fantasies. Taking a blank paper for my mind to write. Evening stares at philosophy, monotony and rush of vehicles stampede thoughts. Evenings go berserk with street lights and quiet bonhomie.
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Oct 10, 2015
Oct 10, 2015 at 1:18 AM UTC
Evenings...
Evening's soul rests on dark, light, shades even as shadows fall on streets even as the drunk starts ululating. Evening has a soul, and in it impinges past. In Evenings I just want thoughts to saunter. Nascent. And in evening the ghoul starts talking and the owl serenading. Dogs and ******* give moaning catcalls, to signify their presence, that they are living like me and you. Evenings do a turn around as darkness spreads into my body. I weave unbecoming fantasies. Taking a blank paper for my mind to write. Evening stares at philosophy, monotony and rush of vehicles stampede thoughts. Evenings go berserk with street lights and quiet bonhomie.
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Oct 10, 2015
Oct 10, 2015 at 1:18 AM UTC
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