When a pinkish-purple dawn breaks o’er my land dribbling down to kiss the heather laden braes the misty wraiths swirl, clinging to the peat hags the wind sighs, caresses and murmurs for days Ruffling the heather stalks, it soughs past, it lags An enamoured lover it whispers and croons billowing …
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I’m Lost like A forgotten melody In The backyard Of my hometown Wandering The lanes Of my childhood. Nostalgic, My heart, Reminisces and remembers My Nonage spent In these environs. Wasn’t It meant To last forever? Now, The fields Stand silent, bare. The Streets are Lonely and uncluttered. The Children, …
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O mi amore Come to me when dusk embraces the night Wantonly, on lubricious feet
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Sonal Singh On Sonal's Table
