Friday, September 13, 2013

The Luna(R) Tic (Top Hill 2) Comments

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When the night for the passing fairies stood breathless still
The full moon in molten sorrow broke down the hill
His eyes would fill with tears, his lips in anguish twitched
In drunken murmurs of a lost soul in moon’s spell bewitched.
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Pradip Chattopadhyay
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