Houses of dusk

Muted conversations are heard in the street
In the gray shadows of the houses of dusk.
The incense smoke from their four-armed gods
Enters the streets, reaches up to the trees
And electric wires, going up in silky swirls.
As darkness sets, tiny white flowers break out
From mother creepers on the houses like stars
We often see burst on our roof after nightfall.

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