Bunkulung Dreams

With the blend of millet wine Sipping; resting Among the blooming and towering trees Snuggled under the blanket of unkempt foliage Leaning against the arms of Murmah Khola and Balason
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The Haunted Path

  …the beat of a horse's feet, And the swish of a skirt in the dew, Steadily cantering through The misty solitudes, As though they perfectly knew The old lost road through the woods. —“The Way...