And by her call, me moved to the wild...

And she
As if dropping a defense
To my wanderings
So endless
Cited an Yeats...
The God so Irish
And me
Answers to my wanderings
For more
Like there lies my exact shore
To go away to that wild
With a fairy holding me right
To get the bliss of solitude and God
Where dreams faraway from weepings always evolve...
Where songs happen all the small moments eternalised
Where Peace like heaven stays immobile, fixed...

(Note :- on a poem by W.B. Yeats...)


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