*From My Diary, July 1914 : : Wilfred Owen LeavesMurmuring by miriads in the shimmering trees.LivesWakening with wonder in the Pyrenees.BirdsCheerily chirping in the early day.BardsSinging of summer, scything thro’ the hay.BeesShaking the heavy dews from bloom and frond.BoysBursting the surface of the ebony pond.FlashesOf swimmers carving thro’ the sparkling cold.FleshesGleaming with wetness to theContinue reading “11 July Poems : : Various Poets : : Months Poems : :”
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MADHU MALTI 