Origin To Lost
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Moon
Crescent
On sky lap
New childlike looks
Slowly grows up lights
like the juvenile breast
To the blooming existence
Soft rosy petals beauty touch
On the ocean of full of its grace
By profuse attack of the old time
Tuning to its own font of birth
Decaying tied everything
Inviting the darkness
Losing its beauty
From lap cradle
To bareness
Shade of
Lost
17.10.2020 Chattogram
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