silence whispers wind;
moon on the monsoon sky
shining on the water
deposited at side of the road.
all day rain has pour
’til the sun set around six.
buried pensive now rising
as the cold breeze slipped
into my low lit room
and waved the pages of
manuscript of biography
to a blank one demanding
warmth of knib & fingers
rejecting coldness of past
for the moment, the night.
–X-
Thoughts of Words 
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