The Swirl Poem by The fallen leaves of Mira

The Swirl



Blow harsh on me O wind, send thrill through my spine
Carry me deep to the forest and like a Sufi I’ll spin
Spin, spin and spin till the sky and the earth merged to become one
Till the laughter of the trees echoed across the world
Absorbing all its hates and miseries in a swirl

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Pradip Chattopadhyay 25 June 2013

crafted so well. Great read.

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