The bee in my tea,
Buzzed me to talk,
I yielded.
The ripe fallen apples looked happy & delighted !
In all their shining glory,
They rolled with their steady slow pace
The lantern and the lamps,
Beheld shades of rusty charm,
Beautiful in their wanton bliss.
I write, I write but from my head
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Author:
SriVi (
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