Sunday, June 30, 2013

Poem 244 - Autumn Is Near

Orange coloured leaves
Brush past my face with the wind
Oh! Autumn is near

Like hair-loss for us
Now it is leaf-loss for trees
Nature grows them back

Roads covered by leaves
I say to myself again
Oh! Autumn is near
~Gaurang Rao

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