Sarmad Rehman

Rookie - 109 Points [Sarmad] (10-12-1993 / Pakistan)

To Autumn

Earth your garden's dryads are fled,
Once who lived from bough to bough;
The spring is gone and now,
Lush leaves are burnished with red;
The roses in their chaplets are dead,
Lakes are full of maple's pillows,
Sleep the nymphs in those lillows,
And dream about the life they led.
A lost pixie seems from far,

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