MARCH MYTHS: DAY 14, WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES, LET ME SLEEP WITH HER ATLEAST FOR TONIGHT

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• MARCH MYTHS: DAY 14
• WILLIAMSJI MAVELI  WRITES, 
• LET ME SLEEP WITH HER AT LEAST FOR TONIGHT

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Season's distress,

roaring whirlwind, frost,

Have conceded, 

cleansed the flattened paths,

 Silent gardener has

sprinkled with residue;

The darkest clouds

circles on your sky face;

Your deep blue eyes were

mutilated away by hurricane;

Yet in my garden there is

no more trouble;

The winter's blade is

buried in the earth

Wild music is the

cry that none heard ;

My beauty is dead;

now I shall carry her

to my home grave-yard;

Let me sleep with her

at least for tonight

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BY

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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