Aishwarya. Ash Poems

Once I imagined the bell.
All the rest came easily.
The young man in the burgundy coat
Lilies tolling their scent in the garden
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Nor dread nor hope attend
A dying animal;
A man awaits his end
Dreading and hoping all;
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A little girl up she grew
In a volley bowl of sky;
A Heidi in white snow
With God father and goats.
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A child's a plaything for an hour;
It's pretty tricks we try
For that or for a longer space--
Then tire, and lay it by.
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My brother is always dying.
My mother walks with me through endless halls in enormous houses.

My mouth is full of broken glass.
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