My designs on a dizain.
Mr. Huber pls don't disdain.
:)
Painting with words...
Quiet winter' s afternoon by the window sill
The children gone out to enjoy the cold
A silver hue of molten salt so still
The lake on which sun softly sheds its gold
Beloved glory let the tale unfold
May I receive the sacred words untold
A false poetess am I on ivory tower
No seer no muse guides me through the cold
Tongue wonderstruck by the beauty of your power.
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(c) Amrita Valan 2014
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