Dancing twilight

You,
that
Speak to me
in the language of broken silence
falling down
the sturdy branches
of a verdant tree
Just ask no more of me
Searching for any of my words
Nor do, take any quibbling
of my whereabouts
Just feel the breeze
Passing of the western wind

Here all that sets
amidst the dancing twilight
is
None, but
an existence
for the cause of non existence

© Tapeshwar Prasad

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