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The night is over
Seems it's a pink fresh morn
and a cool breeze gently touching
and alluring the spirit,
raising it high in great hope.
A bright ray slipped in through
a yellow curtain of my window
resting calmly upon bare forehead;
warmth of a blessed childhood.
The cosy memories of past,
once again, riding upon in ecstasy
the jocund tides of emotions
rapturing in the...
Friday 11th September 2020 3:04 pm
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