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The moon swallowed the dark
Broken dreams silently hanging
Through the window pane,
A rusted frame of night
Stars twinkle gently
Owls moaning
Dreams are fragile glass
Untold story of joy and pain
Come alive with words you have not spoken
This night beside the window
Eyes speak a thousand words
In silence
What are the colors of rain
Falling like lost dreams…
Forgive, but never to trust again.
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© Asoke Kumar mitra,2019
Illustration Nick Victor