Sound
of the birch-
urged some tardy traveler
along the flowery path to drowsy nooks.
Gleamed,
the dark moat and
the castle walls droned.
Wind moan'd, disbranching a sliver of wood.
(©Gautami Phookan.All rights reserved)
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