Triolet of a Tree
I love as I was and then
My love, tended by your praise and slur
The blessing of spring, knavish sun
I love as I was and then
I don't bow and shiver by wind, and arraign
My scorched arms are insolent to spring and pour
I love as I was and then
My love, tended by your praise and slur
Copyright © Parvanendu Babu | Year Posted 2021
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