The Indian Glover
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The Indian glover
became my Indian lover
He held my hand down Indian paths,
and loved me in his way.
His way was like myriads of birds;
colourful and joyful.
He gave me beautiful gloves
that he had made.
These stretched up my arms
right up to my shoulders:
finest silk shimmering gloves
for Indian holiday.
My lover's turban
was inset with a red-hued jewel.
People said he could be cruel,
but he never was, to me.
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11/4/2015
Contest - Beautiful
Sponsor - Silent One
3rd place win
Copyright © Julia Ward | Year Posted 2015
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