In winter duskA Poem by amarlakshIn lonely winter dusk I see, Little a girl of small sobbing, Sitting saw such fantasy, What If she’d some for shopping? What if she had a trifle? Of cookies in much adore, If there be a hill, With rooms full of gold galore, Merry she’d be much, If all her roofs had so stars, Of she’d gaze or touch, And took dreams to morning showers, Grains would then her feed, Amongst with them best, Every tickle, a new breed, Would be held upon the desk, But, in lonely winter dusk I see, Little a girl of small sobbing, Sitting saw such fantasy, Why she had none for shopping? ----------- Amar laksh © 2012 amarlakshFeatured Review
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