He hears the sound of fallen leaves
Listens to the talk of humming bees
Alone he knows what he sees
When he weeps, when he glee's
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Oh! A touching poem on your friend, Abhay. I can understand your feelings of parting. I hope he gets to read the sincere write.At such a young age when you are able to portray so much I'M sure you'll rise to great heights. Thanks and best wishes.
nice profunding poem... you may have heard these lines behold her single in the field yon solitary highland lass was cutting and reaping by herself stop here or gently pass... i liked each and every line of your poem...as in the SOLITARY REAPER