Yellow red leaves falling from almost naked trees,The tall stems look black, rough, and witheredDry, brown, sharp blades of wild grass, till knees There’s a broken fence, of no use, rusting Birds can no more hide into leavesan ode from the skylark is a music of hope echoing softly through the fieldsmy heart listens to […]
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