Oh, Fall! Thou art too easy on the eyes
With the crunch of russet leaves underfoot.
What sweet flaming leaves! Enthralled by the bise,
That force thine to dilly-dally afoot.
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October! Thou maketh mine days so vibrant,
Gazing thee every morn is mine best-loved.
Thou hugged the hills dear and make mine heart pliant,
Never...
A jar of pickleof the finest Naga chilliesthat do not drip of oilor lose its tasteto sour vinegarbut has just the right amountof ginger and garlicin ‘knots’ and clovesthat whoever eats of itwill know by its distinctnessthat surely there has not been a matchof greatness and details that is...
I have sent up, to the heavens,Thousands of lanterns,Whispering wishes to the wind;That in my next lifetimeI'd still be bornInto the bosom of the hills,Beneath a sky overcast with clouds,Air made of mist,A crooning of river reedsThrough a field of dandelions.
Froggo
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I long to sing the song of the sun;Run wild barefooted on the sun-dried grass;Pluck and suck on the sun-kissed berriesUntil my lips turn into dark budding roses.I want my vision filled with sunsetsThat can turn the entire sky lilac.I want to hold the sun in my bosomAnd warm...
Did you see the sky today?
Did you stop somewhere on your way?
I did, but they thought me strange;
They stared at me like I was derange –
From the traffic man to the vendor man
All around their gazes ran –
Save for the paupers who everyday...