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No buoyancy nor of wings spread eagled over the air have I.
For I am the discarded autumnal leaf that the winter’s gale in its sportive mercilessness kicks about sometimes here, sometimes there. ~Ravi Dhar~ The Author has copyright ©
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No buoyancy nor of wings spread eagled over the air have I.
For I am the discarded autumnal leaf that the winter’s gale in its sportive mercilessness kicks about sometimes here, sometimes there. ~Ravi Dhar~ The Author has copyright ©
of the poems |
BONDAGE