Sunday, 12 July 2015

The stolen child

Twilight on the frozen
Lake
North wind about to
Break.


Where dips the rocky
highland
of sleuth wood in the
lake,
There lies a leafy island
where flapping herons
wake.


To stop with out a
farm house war
between the woods and
frozen lake.
The darkest evening of
the year
He gives his hardness bells a shake.




By ,
Kiran Singh
3cbz
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