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The Day Has Come To Its End
The day has come to its end
The birds have returned to their nest
The tired laborours return to their home
The fidgeting baby goes to sleep
The pedestrians
The wanderers
Lay their mats under the trees
The pale and tired moon comes again with its fleet of stars
The May winds swing softly like a cradle
The day has come to its end
And so would the life
Weary,
Careless,
I sleep…
poem
by
Lama Abbas
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