Monday, 17 October 2016

Silence


An old wall here
beside the coconut tree.
I listened the tapping of crow over the tin roof, ...
as evening crept slowly to envelop .
Hue of the moss changed to darker in silence.
No arguments, nothing. ..
A tale began and ended to begin again.

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