OCTOBER LEAVES:DAY 16, WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES, MORNING DEW

The daylight hatched a small little hut,  
on the sandy shores of my river's bank;  
The twilight came to be  matched on face;  
while in my sleeps, someone came as dream;  
The dark night stretched a black curtain  
in between the burning sun and the wet moon;  
the red rose petals, delivered a morning dew!
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BY  
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI