As one old brownish yellow leaf
Fell, another followed and more.
The tree still shed no tears of grief,
And whereas autumn came ashore,
Its faith in good days never wore
Off, firm in spring was its belief—
In every green sprout, every leaf,
In every tender blade of grass,
That life seemed to say from its core:
Cheer up; this too shall one day pass!
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Musings | 12.04.13 |
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The tree still shed no tears of grief.......brilliant. anjandev Roy.
Thank you for such good words, dear A Roy.