Towards the evening even the wind winds down At the end of the Court mini pine forest ablaze- at sunset Sky master flaunts brilliant fusion of colours on open canvass Clouds paint heavenly scenes And if you close your eyes for a moment they vanish into- emptiness Towards the evening fragile twigs fall from trees- …
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