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SILENT EVENTIDE (92)
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"Born in the garden of silence
A heart that longs the lullaby
Screaming past the raging waves
Sets the light, a journey's end..
Red rose dreamed the day bright
Unheard voices pleaded, vain
Torn,thrown and crushed painfull
Against the blazing wall,alone..
Dare to dream the lost,illusion
Fear rains in my horizon,real
Fades the tones of hope in me
Beauty in the dark, it covers all..
To the west waves the farewell
To the east signs the dawn bright..
Silence breaks borders,yet waits
For a day, another day to come.. "
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SHOT AT THANGASSERI, KOLLAM.
"Light never bids its last adieu .."
"That it will never come again is what makes life so sweet."
~Emily Dickinson
(December 10, 1830 – May 15, 1886) was an American poet. Born in Amherst, Massachusetts to a successful family with strong community ties, she lived a mostly introverted and reclusive life. After being schooled at the Amherst Academy for seven years in her youth, she spent a short time at Mount Holyoke Female Seminary before retiring to her family's house, the Homestead. Throughout her adult life she rarely traveled outside of Amherst or very far from home. Thought of as an eccentric by the locals, she became known for her penchant for white clothing and her reluctance to greet guests or, later in life, even leave her room. Most of her friendships were therefore carried out by correspondence. |
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