Ode to a dear landA Poem by amarlakshits dedicated to my school. St. Peters. It is quite old. estbld in 1846
ode to a dear land
when the winds had sublimed, the majesty of a wonder and the sands of time, had turned it older to umask upon, a dead heav'n, of the broken ropes, of the galleries ravin'd full of wailing hopes who that cried through the years, ages that rolled o'er its gate. For they had the tears cursing none, none but fate. O' if one thinks of the prestige passed that splendor, granduer and tints. The fervour in past wattery eyens would sure be, and hairs would be etched off upon the skins of you and me excuse many, may taken of! ----Amar laksh © 2013 amarlakshReviews
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23 Reviews Added on December 6, 2012 Last Updated on September 15, 2013 AuthoramarlakshAgra, Atheist, IndiaAboutWell i am just a seventeen year old creative kid who likes to read and write more..Writing
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