Saturday, October 6, 2012

Falling Leaves

The small bus-station, awaiting the bus
Together us, after so many downs and ups,
Recalling our time thus, 
As the falling leaves surround,
In hundreds and thousands; 
Stripping the tree almost bare ....... 

But look it is not all over,
There are branches still tender,
New leaves will they bear afresh,
New flowers will the tree adorn again,
And thus new roads shall once more we trail.

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