chayamsu v r
Lack Of Pomp - Poem by chayamsu v r
'only a sweet crooning
to herald my being,
and the forsaken feather
to haunt the whole being,
and the warmth of brooding hearth
flashes on you yet.
so simple was our life, '
the birds chirped in ecstasy
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