NOVEMBER RAINS: DAY 15: Williamsji Maveli writes, Walking Over My Green Valley

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• NOVEMBER RAINS: DAY 15
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• Walking Over My Green Valley
• By
• WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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Veiled within the deep gloominess of night;

You entered into my hut to throw a bit light;

Holding a jar of pure wine from her inner heart;

She walked over my green valley, hills unhurt;

A word of her budding love, to whisper in my ears;

Ripped cherry fruits, to pluck without fears;

In search of a divine glow, her soul concealed.

Sharing a verse of love, once, She conceived

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By

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI