Faces are slipping off the mirror Today I find in the depth of your face the stains of that broken mirror. Colourless numouress Everywhere it is like white eyes of widows…
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Colourless numouress Everywhere it is like white eyes of widows… O day, O night, O spring, autumn season O wings of butterfly, feathers of birds, O vermilion of Vrindava-----Altough born in England, your mind is very much Asian.... wonderful picturesque writing. tony
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Colourless numouress Everywhere it is like white eyes of widows… O day, O night, O spring, autumn season O wings of butterfly, feathers of birds, O vermilion of Vrindava-----Altough born in England, your mind is very much Asian.... wonderful picturesque writing. tony