In Rememberance Poem by Deb Panda
In Rememberance
Too tired are my eyes;
Often moments cast the sting
Memoir- fresh, that’s held there
In past to lily-smiles of her song.
To cornerstone to my dark night
In journey through smoke ad lit passing-
And be reluctant, but I pledged
-reticent to woo, to birds whirling.
But heroic and lone as seen-
In lush green; splendors lie
But to fire all they belongs to me
If truth be the husband, sun to glad.
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