A Poem from the Book:
“The Amber Shell of Self” ( a book of 114 poems)
There came the Snow
And with the fire hidden
In the purity of its whiteness
It obliterated
All colours, all weariness,
From the face of the earth.
Now, for two or three hours
The space will remain free
From any trace
Of the maddening clamour.
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