Today I found an old notebook of mine from 2001, full of poems, notes, queries, worries and disjointed scribblings.
11/10/01
A leaf falls as a
Person cries,
For the dying season
For the closing year.
The tears fall on the
Fallen leaves,
That shudder for an instant
With the promise of lie,
Then wilt & die when
The tears have dried,
Tears for the dying season
Tears for the closing year.
The passing and ageing
Of another twelve-month,
And like the fallen
Dying leaf,
The person falls & dies
In his ageing grief.
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