Far I have come from the fens of glee,
No trees to be seen, no birds in the sky,
The sky, I see, doesn’t look like thy,
The COLOR that brought laughter has lost its glaze
As the beauty of the CLAY is set ablaze…
No stars, I see, in the sky, so dark,
Nor the crackling mellow of the beautiful lark,
The moon, I know, not shining that dull
No Hare, for lads to smile, as once.
So what have we left for them to see?
Who are yet to know what’s sun & sea,
From the marshes and the sands, but, they’ll see,
Nor the HORIZON, nor the sea.
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