![]() That floats on high o’er vales and hills, Streams full of stars like skies at night. Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass. ![]() They feed my anguish, fill my emotions, and make me pause and dwell on things within. Here is a tribute to all those lovely poems that I have collected. Apart from that I love the depth of expression wherever I discover it. Did I ever tell you that am a great Elizabeth Barret Browning Fan? I treasure her ‘Sonnets From Portuguese’. Sometimes aloud in perfect solitude, with me, my thoughts, some silent melody whispering by my side and when am engrossed in the stillness of my thought. I don’t have a bone in my hand that supports me to write a poem.
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