The Lark
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The Lark


Those lazy afternoons

Missing those timeless gazes
Rehearsing now to live again
Shared with that old window
How long I gaped I never knew
Drowsy trees lost in dreams
The lonely Sun stayed at ease
A happy crow calling his love
Broke the silence of the scene
Some radio voices faded away
A smoky cloud pausing for me
Slipping slowly from the sight
Granny there making the hay
Rustling grains falling down
Breathing a breeze on my face



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Subashini Nachimuthu

English teacher | Loves nature, travelling, poetry | Studied literature | Big fan of Jane Austen novels | GmailID: