With The Shabby Songs of the Cricket
Along The Trumpets of the Cloud
The Night Prepares To Plunge Deep
Drawing Sketches of the Rainbow
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such a nice write, Sachidananda. Read my poem Love and L u s t. Thanks
Nocturnal Hunger Lolls All Around Drenched In Drips of Seasonal Deluge Frogs Sing the ‘Ragas' Of ‘Meghamallahar' Squirrels Sniff down the Navel Strips In A Search for Hidden Treasures.. this is really really beautiful. i love this stanza. tony