May you now stop by the woods?
All these sighs foment around a lake
In that silence I have made an island for you
Where only a mooonbeam may through pass
Beyond will remain a playground for us
All these tears
This world irresponds
Frozen inside that lake
The river about to rhyme
You may hear that song
Where many worlds culminate!
Inside such a deep
Such dense
When two wings flip
That resonates
You may hear
I may wait!
Shamik Bose 3.06.10 West Springfield
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