Come dreary autumn
leaves broke promise to trees
to be friends for ever.
Come spring, trees bloom,
fresh leaves glorious and fragrant
dress up the patient trees.
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Leaves from my diary
worn out, the ink on them fades
they too old with time.
Written for Carpe Diem Ghost Writer # 26 "Leaves".
Pic courtesy google
I like the autumn imagery in this, and especially how the leaves in your diary are old like fallen leaves
ReplyDeleteThanks a ton, Rajita dear, for your sweet comments.
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