The Circle
The night sheds its shroud
Puts on another fresh day
Come, let us make hay
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Quiet breaks out in bustle
The whole world is a race course
Centrifugal castle
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Hearts start pounding fast
Dark shadows grow and walk tall
A few horses fall
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The vista darkens
Cool stars shine bright in a curve
I read books in you
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Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2016
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