The breeze is cool and the distant quill coos,
The sultry solitude rules with blooming hues,
The rays of country's dust march through the holes,
Laden are those, who are yet to rise to bow.
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This is a beautiful poem of a very specific sort of life and culture and so well-captured, VR...you create the mood and feeling so expertly and the imagery is just fabulous. (A 10 for this, definitely!)
Thank you Madam for writing a poem that is rich with nostalgic beauty. I wonder whether these girls will ever find their good spouses from the midst of majority of these beasts now shattering the image of this country.... A good write with a variety of theme.