Margery Rehman Biography

After you died I couldn't piece you together.
It frightened me a bit.
The more I longed for you
The more fragmented you became.
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Restless, pacing panther-like,
I prowl the palace
Preparing for the gods to punish me,
As is my fate.
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(The real nursery rhyme goes;
How many miles to Babylon?
Three score and ten.
Can I get there by candlelight?
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Hot, long lazy days
Sun dazed dragonflies skimming
Light filters through leaves
We swim among the lilies
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The sun begins to set behind
Burnt umber hills,
Singeing them with fiery red,
And spreads its light
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