NOVEMBER FLOWERS : DAY 25 WILLIAMS MAVELI WRITES, MY BEAUTY IS DEAD....

• 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 kiss her
• at least for tonight

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• BY
• WILLIAMSJI MAVELI