Monday, April 5, 2010
Autumn Iii Comments
Rating: ★2.8
The Autumn is old,
The sere leaves are flying;—
He hath gather'd up gold,
And now he is dying;—
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Dr Dillip K Swain
13 October 2017
The rivers run chill, The red sun is sinking, And I am grown old, And life is fast shrinking; - I felt it inside..a very nice poem..!
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Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
18 August 2013
you have touched my heart...Thomas I remember, I remember...
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7/25/2025 6:39:34 PM # 1.0.0
End of autumn dry leaves Old man with tons of gold now weeping, sighing, dying His end near, no happiness night with no evening day with no morning cold winter says: river water very cold red sun no more. I very old my life no more Sad sad my mind.