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The Evening

the leaving sun looks at the splattered sheen of clouds the colourful death March 23, 2018

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Freddie Robinson Jr.

Date: 3/24/2018 10:38:00 PM

Another beautiful poetic work of art, Probir. Your pen sparkles, as always. From my religious upbringing, the wilderness (desert) truly is, as you aptly stated, colorful death. Which wherein lies our rainbow salvation. As told to us children of the generation of faith, this cloud sustained God's people in the wilderness for 40 years. It sustains us, His children of love, still. Splendid poem. Love and hugs always.

Probir Gupta
Date: 3/26/2018 8:30:00 PM

Thank you, Freddie ... I don't feel myself worthy of the encomium ...

Mick Talbot

Date: 3/23/2018 2:22:00 PM

A haiku return....................................................... the setting sun speaks... its glory personified... wishing all... goodnight... ....................................... Mick

Jan Allison

Date: 3/23/2018 12:32:00 PM

Deep haiku probir as long as the sun rises in the morning We are ok:-) hugs Jan xx