adieuA Poem by amarlakshit has got a vivid variety of layers
An old recluse had,
by the lakeside grown. Sevenscores and a two took, haven in his white tresses. Of reek scent, had tenuity in form, absurd face and tepid of skin, rusty to talk, yet chivarlous walk. With an ochre hat, on head apt. Reticent he stood, in sylvan wood. A snitch he was, of nature across, the lake that lead, many more to dead ---amar laksh © 2012 amarlakshFeatured Review
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StatsAuthoramarlakshAgra, Atheist, IndiaAboutWell i am just a seventeen year old creative kid who likes to read and write more..Writing
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