Anya C Poems

Princess of snow wads in the frost deep
Where men pocketed before wolves
And their courage knelt soft to weep
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If my name were Autumn, I would snug up to you
By a little fire-place, all-around warm and rouge

I would save all the colours, then paint you shade by shade
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In this murky town of Boisar
Quiet the chemicals burn

The spew of fabrics cheap,
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May be you are the candy floss I couldn't afford in fair
May be you are a snowy fractal so crafted with care

I remember I saved a feather in my youth that had flown to me with morning dew
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युवा तुझे धोरण आम्हाला कळेना
प्रेम उफाळी पण शब्दी हे फळेना

वाफा का लाविशी उराच्या भाटाला?
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God send an angel with no wings but a blanket to keep us warm

I plead you give no halo, no potion— for a plough works the charm
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They say lovers abhor manipulation
When was this true

For all my life I waited
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Once the Gods looked down on Earth
and found her drenched in monotony

The vile Loki smirked in smirk and
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In the medley of alarm I am a dreamer's dream In the aridity of liturgies I am an offshoot stream

In those airy caveats, I am the silence dire In the muck of slush I am a repository of fire
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You were a seed; I sowed you neat
Fluffed your bed, tendered your dreams sweet

I cured the air and parried the harm
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