MY BEAUTY IS DEAD

MY BEAUTY IS DEAD___________________________
Season's distress,
Roaring whirlwind, frost,
Have conceded,
Cleansed the flattened paths,
 Silent gardener has
Sprinkled with residue;
The darkest clouds
Circles on your sky face;
Your deep blue eyes were
Mutilated away by hurricane;
Yet in my garden there is
No more trouble;
The winter's blade is
Buried in the earth
Wild music is the
Cry that none heard;
My beauty is dead;
Now I shall carry her
To my home grave-yard;
Let me sleep with her
At least for tonight
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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI