The Sweet Night
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Anil Kumar Panda
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And the sweet night comes
With the moon shining bright
At the middle of the sky
The hungry owls give hoots
And from their holes towards
The valleys start to fly
And the sweet night comes
Bringing with it wind from the
Valley cloyed with essence
Of wild flowers that under
The star studded sky kiss each
Other and sway and dance
And the sweet night comes
Sprinkling dusts of sleep into
Lashes of beautiful eyes
The soft moon beam comes
Through sky light and falls on
The bed where she lies
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