LAST O' CLOCK OF NIGHT - -

do not ask me about the last 
o'clock of night, very 
lonely was the 
life, tho'
every thing was as usual in -
its place, dim light of 
the moon, one 
by one 
the falling of nocturnal bloom,
gradually the fading of 
galaxy, winding 
up by the 
world 
of silvery sky, yes every thing
was scenic with natural
appeal, do not 
know why,
nevertheless, remained a long 
gloom after breaking 
the dream - - 

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- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
art by m. kisling
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