Here comes October with a little lull
And he feels the fall gets ready to soothes his everlasting dreams.
Someone plucks the strings of his old lute
But he has to sing the same old song
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Sadness raised to the level of art. Very genuine and uniquely yours as always. Wishing you a happy October in spite of this pensive mood. As always, Sandra
Your use of metaphor is sublime, Nimal. A fascinating poem about history and irony and autumn light. One of your best. love, Allie xxxx