Alone With The Wind; Singing - Poem by Deb Panda
Single with the wind, ever song-
One song from purest heart of joy;
thrilled; in tuneful numbers of melancholy
often, loves complain farmer's lord, the bay.
In eye, scold; gone with the bounced
and yet not we slept to pick creepiness.
Not sung from both; wrong we thought
to liberty took oath with beauty and smile.
Two and alone of my lone democracy
In the morning, with obligation to her lord
Salute spread like couple threads, oneday;
not for another, all before the evening laid
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