Dhayveed Eno Poems

The voice of the drum calls to me
From the place where he once stood
"Lo! My heritage is lost forever
And now my metal is wood"
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Once there lived a tall, lean chap
He was dark, frail and very old.
He was kind as a man should be
And a lie they say he never told.
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I found myself in the garden
From where it all began
All goodness, perfection and light
Contracted into a span
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