I can't believe that it's been a year since Anya made her appearance, a week late I might add. I can't imagine life without her. I can only whisper how wonderful she is for fear the gods will hear me and want her back.
Cradle Song
From groves of spice,
O'er fields of rice,
Athwart the lotus-stream,
I bring for you,
Aglint with dew,
A little lovely dream.
Sweet, shut your eyes,
The wild fire-flies
Dance through the fairy neem;
From the poppy-bole
For you I stole
A little lovely dream.
Dear eyes, good night,
In golden light
The stars around you gleam;
On you I Press
With soft caress
A little lovely dream.
- Sarojini Naidu
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