It Is Night Time
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Anil Kumar Panda
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The leafy birches sleep at night
Hiding the nests in their darkness
The stars line up to greet the moon
That rises slowly with its shining face
Across the hut the wind blows
Softly making a whispering sound
Dreaming of a world of peace and
Love tired souls lay still on the ground
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