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Evening by a Stream

 


I sit by a quite stream on a nice evening;
Steady breeze and birds chirping.

I breathe the air, so light and fresh;
My doubts and worries come to a rest.

I see clear - sky's reflection;
I feel the love and your affection.

I close my eyes, I drop a tear;
In you oh stream my pain disappears.

I sit by a quiet stream on a nice evening;
As the sun sets, I make a new beginning.
                          
                                         - I M Dalvi

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