Salvador Dali

Darkness Gate Time trickles like a dewdrop into darkness The birds wipe the sunlight from their wings And the night unfolds slowly, Like a scrip of glowworms, or a forgotten story. In the darkness, there is only a city and a place A place to sit by, watching familiar things return Slowly out of the darkness Like lost love or a bird guided back at evening.

Anjana Basu

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