Tuesday, January 17, 2017


This is a part of Dverse https://dversepoets.com/2017/01/16/quadrille-24/
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Combing through the rubbles of my hoary house,
Came across some whispers;
In the corner near the inglenook I can hear the wild flowers,
The dankness could be tear drops from my childhood,
Fights and hollers breaking the silence of the wood;
Whisper! Food!

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