A little dream

While returning from Strand, I thought

A home be there like homely

Near the new road where lived smoke

In a smokeless hamlet

I told Nina, yesterday also came the wind

from this meadow

Which flew like wet in this world

Nina took out wine and quenched two swigs

Upon her tongue

And her little shop was thriving

For my homely home.

 

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