The withered leaves
blown in autumn
come again with the tired rains
the season confers
through the soft grey clouds
the growing freshness on naked trees
Freshness
Ram Krishna Singh
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Poem topics: autumn, Season, tired, soft, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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