It was a  gloomy, cold  Sunday,
rain shattered during the midday ;
then my solitude turned so placid;
soft mind became  extremely wild;
it closed the black vessels of silence;
Later, blown up with voices of violence;
the darkness was hidden in the light
the entire courage was  lost  in the night
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By
Williamsji Maveli
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Sunday,
17­th, Februvary, 2013