I walked alone one morning Through the autumn Countryside, The leaves were falling Gently from branches Low and wide. I listened to the Whisper As brown leaves floated down To glad the dark earth below In a warm and russet gown. But as I watched the falling Leaves I thought Of Passing Years And in my Lonely Autumn I saw the Leaves As Tears. Spring as Gone, And Summer, And Do Trees Also Cry And Shed Their Leaves In sadness For Each Year Passing By. xxxxx
Posted on: Mon, 11 Nov 2013 23:40:37 +0000
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