The Desert In Wood-Land Hill. By Ray Subrata Poem by Subrata Ray
The Desert In Wood-Land Hill. By Ray Subrata
A mid-summer will,
His total identity seals,
And with a bonfire fair sets his deal.
The wood lander aired the air,
Set fire and took away the fair,
Burnt half alive, visits the leave.
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: fire,identity,summer
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