The Dark Talk


Oh! The milieu of dim!
and, the dumbness of light.
Akin each step in a pitfall,
Like ogre, the trees winked.

Not even my own shadow, I espied,
Deal like crazy quilts, I found
Then I held the hand of dark,
And from freak, I got shielded.

Glint dots in the sky,
Gleamed my soul all night.
Beneath the astound stars,
Aromatic rejoice, then I found.

Not like the lap of mother,
But the lap of nature, I found.
I thought after a while,
What I lost, what i found

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