Monday, July 29, 2013

The Robin Comments

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I wake up to a gleaming carpet of snow
In my back garden and a cold shiver runs down my neck.
Yet enthralled, my heart fights to feast
On the rich and flaky white canopy.
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Pradip Chattopadhyay 29 July 2013

There is the flower and there is the thorn, He is wise who lives happily with both brilliant poetry!

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