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  Jan 2016 chandini
Sylvia Plath
I have no wit, I have no words, no tears;
My heart within me like a stone
Is numbed too much for hopes or fears;
Look right, look left, I dwell alone;
A lift mine eyes, but dimmed with grief
No everlasting hills I see;
My life is like the falling leaf;
O Jesus, quicken me.
chandini Jan 2016
A restless thought
A restless beat
Wonders what's life
Ponders what's love..

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