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Chanting at Ashton Lane

written by: Eoghan Lyng



Lay me down, lay me down,
I can fall. Lay me be.
Lay my hair, take me there,
Krsna find me. Bind me.
Gita lights me.
All the time I’ve called her,
I try not to fall for her.
Lay me down, lay me down,
Chant my name. Through Ashton Lane.
Find me.

Eoghan Lyng

Eoghan Lyng

Eoghan Lyng is an Irish man and sometime writer. He lives in Glasgow, having written from the perspective from Cork, Madrid and Prague. He has written for OutlawPoetry, VadaMagazine and FromTheLighthouse.
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