My hero of childhood tales, my friend in native rhymes... whose song wakes me up to the delightful mornings and companion to my lonely dejected home of afternoons…conceives darkness before it’s dark…
Monday, August 16, 2010
The Epitaph
At least when the epitaph of my stone Feels the ray of your unsealed "light" Even the hollow of my cracked bone Would thaw and tear to give you warmth!
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