Log Poem by Cyriac Maliakkal

Log



I had persuaded to live with my
Growing attractions.
This dawn was died from its mouth.
I was good to product my sympathy.
I was going to make for a beautiful
Outfits.
Something it was poetry
By a means of animated and
Shaking of dawn.
Here rest the pain of my life.
It was the place of mostly
I attracted.

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