The two hands meet after a day's toil their fate in celebration chimes a soft "gong" a blanket of silence covers the night for once.... only the gong and the night a man breathes heavy... short and shaky death is at the door.. a waiting bully alas he breathes his last.. hopes and despair.. all lost yet on his face..warmth spread as the fingers give away from her
| author | bobworks |
|---|---|
| permlink | silence |
| category | writings |
| json_metadata | {"tags":["writings","life","poem","nepal"]} |
| created | 2016-09-14 01:30:51 |
| last_update | 2016-09-14 01:30:51 |
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| children | 0 |
| last_payout | 2016-10-15 01:30:51 |
| cashout_time | 1969-12-31 23:59:59 |
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| body_length | 366 |
| author_reputation | 38,274,133,843 |
| root_title | Silence |
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| bobworks | 0 | 61,692,599 | 100% |
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