Friday, March 20, 2015

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Sunset it was and the birds were flying by to catch forty winks. Silence grew louder; even to permit a ghost for bustle.
No more tossing toes and twigs
that sway the leaves away
All had gone exhausted for activity
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Peitho Enthermos
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Gajanan Mishra 20 March 2015

pulling me down, thanks, good one.

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