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The Fuscous Sky!
Ujjal Mandal, India
The sky looks fuscous and heavy
When the sun hides his cheery face
Into the cloak of clouds as like
The air loses his sweet rhythm when
Nightingale stops her healing songs.
Thursday 5th November 2020 11:48 am
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