Autumn in Arabia
Golden sun, flaming beds of
Marigold, and several
Sleepy orange and black butterflies
Mix with the liquid call of the Bubul
And the pungent flowers
Autumn in Arabia
Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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