When I remain sitting
When a certain twilight, stretching its last light all around Raise shudders in the tender leaves of the trees
And roll their variegated spectrum up I remain sitting like a barren land
My eyes are, then, in a steadfast look to an end
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Write comment. Such a nice poem, Matin. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks
they loved the Land and freedom But now fail to even recognize the land they cherished for! ///written greatly