Ghosts of an Era

For every Era,
There is a dawn 
And its Fall.

From the sudden dawn
Slowly, eventually,
Emerges the Fall.

An Era may perish,
Within the boom of its own.

In the ghostly silence
Lie the debries of 
Passions and Values, 
Definitive of times foregone!

- Swati, Feb. 20, 2017.


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