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For ever autumn at the parkWind makes tunnel through the heap of leaves.
They blast, scatter; explode in the sky,
in slow motion fall on your hair,
stay there until someone picks them
from whimsical tresses and asks
the reason of your being so late.
A slow recession is setting in
your mind and a draught, one can feel
these days. You can whine on and on
though you won't, for her hazel eyes deserve
better. The newspapers cannot
report the story you weave.
Less thespian they are, tranquil life
as the nature loves to draw in it's
canvass. Unchangeable, eternal,
ethereal... mere recession, boom,
accession and gale, draught do not
effect the theme. To you autumn is
for ever. /© 2008 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar
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As always, Poddar, incredible...
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another nice one
10 4 u
Thanks for posting to The Outhouse Wall
But the candle's only flickered
Happy self, designated, point in time, whence the sun begins it's return, for the NH.
Break out the raisins and chocolate, feed the birds, put on another log.
Thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwriting
Thanks for posting in Journey Into Poetry !
I just wanted to stop by since I am finally going through what is now listed as under 4,000 pieces of gather new mail that is sitting in my inbox on here.
With that mentioned I just came across either a mailing from you yourself, or someone else brought this piece to my attention. You or they felt that your creation should be shared with the gather community, which I am very glad that it was passed on to me to view. So I wanted to say Thank you for taking the time out of your busy day to publish it here on gather for us to all view. :o)
As well before I leave you I wanted to wish you a Happy New Year... in 2009 :o)