The circling kites
Their whisling cries
Fills the sublime sky
with something unknown...
The single star shines in the eastern horizon
And slowly whispers to the tall mobile tower
That stands as a proof to my earthly years...
Lying upon the half-finished stony staircase
Like a hibernating lizard
I saw evening descends
With a veil of melancholy
And a moonless night starts ...
Scent of the earthly years
7pm
24.3.2016
Padmapur
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