Sunday, April 26, 2020
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Rating: ★4.5
He tells us that Youth doesn't dwell here any more;
That spring no longer knocks on sweet flower strewn doors.
For that abundant time, has long since passed away.
Now there's only the frail echo of former days;
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8/15/2025 5:50:02 AM # 1.0.0
'Now there's only the frail echo of former days' - after some days, even that frail echo will also disappear. A nice poem that evokes nostalgia.
Thanks Khairul..I very much appreciate your kind and perceptive comments.