Bemoaned By Sayani Mukherjee
Bemoaned By Sayani Mukherjee The dripping drizzle of first summer dawn The leftover pansies bloomed to its core I sang my morning symphonies Under the Greenberg oak The saddle of lost promised land The beaded sanctuary Waiting to be engulfed A waning stormy moon To questions and narrated agoniesContinue Reading





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