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As the setting sun
Melts below the horizon
Stars applaud in clusters
The product of pain
Is pleasure, and also
The fruit of patience
Within the heart of hearts
Prevails the truth
Unhidden from self
The dove so beautiful,
Woven with silken thread
Is happy in this prison of love
Between the lines
are lines that really go
Unread all the time.
Close your eyes
To see the boundary
Beyond it limits
The rays of the sun
Pierce through the darkness
To awaken the sleepy
Nature stirs and sighs
As light touches it
To wake the new day
Devi Nangrani
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