MBJ Pancras

Rookie - 304 Points (22 August 1961 / Chennai Tamil Nadu India)

Withering - Poem by MBJ Pancras

I set out at dawn to sylvan woods,
I hear beautiful cry of songsters,
And witness the fluttering of beautiful blossoms,
Day grows and into my blossoms eyes glitters,
Now I hear no cry of songsters,
And no fluttering of blossoms,
The day withers, shrouded with paleness,
I hear the mournful cry of ravens,
And watch brown blossoms falling to the earth,
I come out of the sylvan woods,
And find my hair turns grey.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, January 11, 2009

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