Night

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The night, indigo black

watches the passing of time

with many eyes

for dreams come hesitant

in footfalls soft slow

mirages that shatter

when shadows catch hold

breaking off strings of hope

in one stroke.

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tejaswiniaura

Another version of this poem I have published on wordpress.

It is interesting how the thoughts take hold  :)


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