Dilrukshi Bethmage Poems

Melting dews on withered grass,
Freezing wind so cold when pass,
Falling rust from aged brass,
Sitting they see the walking mass.
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Wheels spinning everywhere
Feet walking here and there
Breeze of a dusty air,
Among was a man of grey hair.
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When the darkness moved away
And the sun came across the sky,
Turning it into golden-red,
Perhaps saying that
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