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The cold light of dying moon washed the garden. A vanished fragrance lingered in the air. As of old a formless dream hung over it all.

 

I, just I, on this shore of solitude.

 

I do not know where you are.

 

---- Vaikom Muhammad Basheer

 

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Taken on July 15, 2012