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decreaseThere was a profound silence
filled with chirping of evening birds
returning to their nests.
A balmy breeze started flowing
with the sound of murmur in her lips.
A decayed moon
like a newly sharpened sickle
rose on top of a coconut tree.
At the horizon the sky was lit up
with the fire from
burning sugarcane firm.
The road in front was empty
carrying the shadow of a tamarind tree.
The river was flowing
with tiny silver waves reflecting the moon light
and trembling shadow of a night sky.
The boat houses were dark and empty
floating near the bank
like our life here
floats with the wind and waves
but never drifts away.
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