An epiphany of mossed cottage
The outlandish prairies lease high
For over the high altitude of dreams
A sparrow of leaden washed thought
I spare time and murnur earth’s song
A long visitor of Alpine wine
For brownish chestnut thought
A magdalen tower of higher spree
A beaver stranded upon a shooting collapse
I know not what to thee
I muse of an eponymous hero
An unsung heroine that leaves yonder thee
A blasting music came through the cottages
We were grey and happy
For the earth’s gate was high sprung elysian
As I standed with the mossed tree.
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Sayani Mukherje
Picture Nick Victor
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