Sonal Singh On Sonal's Table
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When the veil of
The somnolent night
Is lit by the mellow glow,
It rouses itself.
Its dark maw ebb,
They retreat to the nether.
Hope awakens,
Blushing like a new bride
It gently tip toes in
Setting into a quiet corner
From whence it peeks
In on moments
Sprinkling them with
The magical dust
Of expectation.
Beautiful…as always !
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