Lemon Spring Poem by Lity Munshi

Lemon Spring

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Old village
Selling dust
Last lemon, thriving

Raven singing morning raga
Unfamiliar squirrel's awe

My hair in that night
Displayed silver spring
Before festivity, he dearly kissed
And accept, we're getting closer to horizon
Aeon oasis

Monday, January 18, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: time,old,life,verse,desert,poems,poetry
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