When I see the autumn leaves plucked
And my drooping friends drop one by one
I too would love to be sucked – Into
That unknown voyage from where they have never returned.
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The melancholic tone of this poem is really touchy - a reminder of our transient life.
Do continue to tweet sweet bird So we enjoy amidst All the autumn leaves that fall In the yards outside our halls (10)
You are still a 'fledgling bird'! Not yet time to leave the nest.......! A beautiful write.... the last quatrain, a real icing on the cake!
Beautiful write with lovely imagery!