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The twilight's incense has turned into a small heap;
the prayers are asleep
and God is making himself comfortable
in the wooden frames.
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A truly beautiful poem! ! ! and in the entire village all I shall be left with is a dream to walk through the cold night awake and alive. I might be greeted by some dying wishes, some thatched huts, some weakened souls, collapsed walls, a haunted field weeping whole night. You have a different writing style. i loved it :)
beautiful write my frnd. keep it up. plz. do not stop writing. my best wishes is always for you
a timeless write: I shall curl digging into myself for a company, a consoling human touch
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7/26/2025 6:16:45 PM # 1.0.0
The twilight's incense has turned into a small heap; the prayers are asleep and God is making himself comfortable in the wooden frames. Very nice composition.a worked out expression.nicely done.the 1st line sets me. 9 marks