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Pre-Dawn
In those mellow hours of pre-dawn
When the sky's a dusky maiden whose nubile blush has only just set in. When the moments roll languidly by, Every moment seeming the uncertain last before vanishing into the cauldron of eternity; a slight pause, and then it's gone Dissappearing like links of an infinite chain.
In those moments that but last
a speck; you think of all the past Thoughts you had seen, people you've known - Dawn painting them in its myriad tones.
And all the walls you had built -
In tortuous moments of anger and guilt All unruly thoughts you had felt break up to meet and melt sans rage, sans heat under each stroke of the brush that makes the ones the us - as the hole in the wall receives the rivers and render the us timely forgivers And we are all whole again - sans sorrow, sans tomorrow, sans pain. Shombuddho
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