On a path,
The leaves fell down,
Raining golden brown,
To join the brethren,
On the ground,
To lay there,
Until they rot away,
To become a memory,
Maybe one day,
If others,
Happen to walk this way.....
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The Robin |
The magic comes with a pen in hand, When emotions transfer upon a page, When letters join in harmony, That is where the sentences are made, ...