Let Me Sleep
Season's distress,
roaring whirlwind, frost,
Have conceded,
cleansed the flattened paths,
Silent gardener has
sprinkled with residue;
The darkest clouds
circles on your sky face;
Your deep blue eyes were
mutilated away by hurricane;
Yet in my garden there is
no more trouble;
The winter's blade is
buried in the earth
Wild music is the
cry that none heard ;
My beauty is dead;
now I shall carry her
to my home grave-yard;
Let me sleep with her
at least for tonight
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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Copyright © Williamsji Maveli | Year Posted 2015
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