FEBRUARY FRAGRANCE: DAY 17: WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES, IT WAS ON A GLOOMY SUNDAY

It was on a gloomy, cold Sunday,
rain shattered during the midday ;
then my solitude turned so placid; 
soft mind became extremely wild;
it closed the black vessels of silence;
Later, blown up with voices of violence;
the darkness was hidden in the light;
the entire courage was lost in the night .
 

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BY

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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