Myth Land
Intimate secret precious
Sepia tones of my life
Preserved in albums
intact
Where no one may ever find
Posterity not allowed entrance
To my moth eaten testaments
These were lovely days indeed
A kaleidoscope through rain
A Journey through horrors of
Ancient copse
Dark dim and ghostly woods
An anchorage in blue skies above
And in my heart brave myths that brood
Take me home to safely roost
At the end of journey's day
As the journal closes,
Oh, my friends
I have had a lovely day!
(c) Amrita Valan 2015
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