Rays Of Your Smile
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No birds croon
At the door of dawn
For coldness swallows
The silhouettes of trees
A mist is stretching out
In search of meanings
Answers are secret
Scrawls of destiny
I wish to hear the songs
Amid the silence of paths
Cold hands need rays
Of your smile.
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