Lifeblood MAG

By Unknown, Unknown, Unknown

   A farm I used to know

Had oranges garlanded from bough to bough,

Birds would come and eat their fill,

For there would be enough for all

And more,

To give life to the still,

Which squeezed the lifeblood of them dry.

The "masika," monsoons, had come and gone,

Leaving in their wake

A tide of undesired bounty

Glistening like topaz, falling to the earth

In an aurora of dreams,

Springing right back up

Only to be brought right back down,

Into the lap of the Elysian Fields,

On a farm I used to know.

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