<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=513909" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Autumn Leaves</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I still hearken a little deep<br>from the rolled out time <br>the last song of cuckoo<br>humming through the hot winds.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The scents of last spring-flower<br>still drift through<br>my dried up nasal lanes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Today walking silently<br> over the crackling autumn leaves<br>I rue for the withered<br>bed of roses that once paved my way<br>towards a breathing heaven of verve.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The parched earth and naked trees<br>stand before me <br>like fossils <br>of the deceased last spring.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The desiccated bed<br>of my garden-pond<br>it seems, <br>has no tears to shed<br>at her robbed off<br>once brimming water wealth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where are those bunnies<br>and little squirrels that sprinted, <br>rollicked and rocked<br>over my grassy lawn? <br>Where's grass? <br>Where's lawn? <br>Under the searing Sun<br>where are smiles, glee, bliss and prank? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The dead autumn leaves<br>under my feet<br>whispered in husky, crackling tones<br>the secret of seasons: <br>&quot;We're dead...interred we reach soon<br>our mother roots' bed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We'll sprout again<br>as leaves tender, sleek and charming...<br>no death to us...<br>no dearth<br>for green-green wealth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Every autumn is followed<br>by a new spring.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sathya+Narayana">Sathya Narayana</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=513909" data-title="Autumn Leaves de Sathya Narayana" data-description="I still hearken a little deep from the rolled out time the last song of cuckoo humming through the hot winds. The scents of last spring-flower still drift through my dried up nasal lanes. Today walking silently over the crackling autumn leaves..."></div> </div> </div>

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