Thursday, August 2, 2018

The Autumn, My Old Friend Comments

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Next to my friend, the Autumn,
I walk on the rust of time
that piles up as fallen leaves on the footpath,
and I leave behind
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Alexandro Johns
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Anil Kumar Panda 07 December 2018

'Today, the promise of dawn welcomes my way in the mist and I trust to go on with my Autumn friend toward the sadness and beauty of his plans. '...is a beautiful stanza indeed. Enjoyed the poem thoroughly.

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Alexandro Johns 07 December 2018

Hi my friend. Thanks for your comment. A. Johns

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