Under This Tree, She Used To Stand
Like a living idol, unheard of, or and unseen;
A goddess in South-Indian Temple.
Like a painting,
The Greek kings adorned their castle walls with
Or like a fairy in a wintery moony midnight
Waiting clandestinely, her monster lover.
Afar in a vale, after the dark woods,
Where’s abode of none
Amidst the horrendous hollows, and the ‘oaring winds,
Wild weeds, thorny bushes ,weathered rocks and fallen fir.
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