Poem - 12 November 2018, 16:47 Twilight Sambit Kumar Pradhan On the chilling glass like irises of the tired eyes, Sleep keeps filming like mists of dewey breaths, The sun's duvet nor the night's blanket can help. Β Like 1 Pin it 0 Support CosmoFunnel.com You can help support the upkeep of CosmoFunnel.com via PayPal. Views: 631 Rating: Total votes: 2 Tags: Brevity Death Sleep Twilight Poetry Genre: Elegy Freestyle Speculative Tragedy Topic: Mystery Listed in: Contest Entries 4 comments
βππΌππΌπππ»πΈβπππ14 November 2018, 09:47 long time no see. it's great to read your work again. Reply
Sambit Kumar Pradhan14 November 2018, 10:32 Shukriya so much Lisa! Sorry, I'd been really caught up with work and life. Words have been tough to come by. When they finally trickled a bit, I tried making the most of it. :-) Reply
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Good write angelΒ
Shukriya Angel!
long time no see. it's great to read your work again.
Shukriya so much Lisa!
Sorry, I'd been really caught up with work and life. Words have been tough to come by. When they finally trickled a bit, I tried making the most of it. :-)