A solitary Buzzard flew over my thatched roof
And I recalled the bygone days of her ripen harvest.
What I found in her readable eyes?
Only the odds and ends and what else?
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Spare, elegant lines. You are writing in very good form, my friend. I continue to pray for your enlightenment. Warm regards, Sandra
No one writes poetry quite like you, Nimal. It is always imaginative, succinct, and profoundly affecting. I'm sure Denis would approve of this. love, Allie xxxx