(c) Challiyil Eswaramangalath Vipin

The lilies of the valley
Know of all the winds sending
Gossip through the town
In yellow clouds
Touched with fairies
Floating through on
Milkweed down
Past the market cross
Tangled in the hedge
Never leave a man behind
The wee ones said
The flowers pulled their petals in
As the sun sank past the fell
And all the cows were lowing
At the farmer in the dell


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