Full Moon – Victoria Sackville-West

She was wearing the coral taffeta trousers 

Someone had brought her from Ispahan, 

And the little gold coat with pomegranate blossoms, 

And the coral-hafted feather fan; 

But she ran down a Kentish lane in the moonlight, 

And skipped in the pool of the moon as she ran. 
She cared not a rap for all the big planets, 

For Betelgeuse or Aldebaran, 

And all the big planets cared nothing for her, 

That small impertinent charlatan; 

But she climbed on a Kentish stile in the moonlight, 

And laughed at the sky through the sticks of her fan.

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About भण्डारी2013

Has a reflective and idealistic types of personality. Loves to participate in Social activities. Extremely loyal by nature. Laid back unless a strongly held value is threatened and a talented writer too.
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