<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=464609" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Rustling Leave</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the cold wintry evening, <br>When it was gloam and twilight, <br>Covering myself with thick blanket of wool, <br>I used to go to a small garden, <br>Where my father planted the apple trees.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Often I roved around the victims, <br>Of callous spoiling Autumn.<br>The leafless branches tormented me, <br>Presenting undressed bare reality.<br>They looked like skeletons of ghosts, <br>Without flesh, with naked bones, <br>Who often disturb us in our sleep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The swishy wind blew moaning, <br>Lamenting over the bodies, <br>Of the dried fallen leaves, <br>Blowing them to this or that end, <br>Resting nowhere to be disposed, <br>Some swept onto the stagnant water, <br>On the green surface to float.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The blown rustling leaves reminded, <br>Once they were fresh and green, <br>Fluttered resisting blows of the wind, <br>Sucked the honeyed sap of life, <br>When attached to the source.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Amid the blooming winter crops, <br>The grove presented a doleful contrast, <br>Making depressed both heart and mind, <br>The vanished tongue whispering a secret, <br>Consoled the weeping heart over the plague, <br>That death is the overleaf of life, <br>The front side overshadows the other.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Muhammad+Shanazar">Muhammad Shanazar</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=464609" data-title="The Rustling Leave de Muhammad Shanazar" data-description="In the cold wintry evening, When it was gloam and twilight, Covering myself with thick blanket of wool, I used to go to a small garden, Where my father planted the apple trees. Often I roved around the victims, Of callous spoiling Autumn. Th..."></div> </div> </div>

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