helps to lit up the splinters.
Before that, the autumn blew;
The dead and red leaves flew.
Let me walk here with no friend;
A path of yellow leaves; No end...
Listen to the dead leaves chatter -
Full of life! Whisper and pratter!
There is life I see, all way along -
Humming and chanting life's song.
I want to go into the deep unknown
where the seeds of nature is sown.
Prasenjit©2022
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