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Images of India |
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Holy Man He’s between some rocks and a dark place. That cistern on the edge of which he sleeps Is a hole where he could hide Into which he might slide If the sun got too bright Its touch too strong The day too long, If the rocks started to roll, Or the world became too much. |
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The Images of India collection contains sixteen photographs and sixteen poems. To download the whole collection, click on the link below. |