You my untouchable dream of Kipling
Pass hither and thither
O'r the frozen lakes of my eyelids at rest
And sit as a resting place with my hopes
Neatly tied up in a picnic basket
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The Penultimate Pleasures
PoetryA collection of poems meant to embody the ongoing struggle of souls seeking shelter in modernity. (Let me know what you think:)
Kipling's Picnic Basket
You my untouchable dream of Kipling
Pass hither and thither
O'r the frozen lakes of my eyelids at rest
And sit as a resting place with my hopes
Neatly tied up in a picnic basket
