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Walking Home at Dusk

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A moment,

a ripple in time

in the muddy waters of life.

Grey faces standing at the bus stop,

weary.

A watery sunset glows, pinkly golden,

unnoticed.

I walk past and breath life into the scene

with a vapour of hope

escaping from my mouth,

lips stretching in a smile.

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Dreams of Pushkar

Dusk falls and bells toll,

echoing across the ghats.

Holy men chant their prayers,

fruit bats soar and glide

across the moonlit, silky grey sky

and a heady, heavy perfume drifts in the cooling breeze.

Relaxing, remembering the bells,

the drums and pipes of Pushkar's bustling daytime.

Sleep will come soon.

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