vittal vandavasu

The leaves have fallen
A mild breeze plays
under an oak tree I sit to see
Your memory of past days
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I spent a day in the corner of paradise
It thought me how to be a bit wise
I stole an everlasting memory from there
Excited, I ran wild as a hare
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The wind whispered some words to me
In a language so elegant I cannot describe
I felt oddly sad sad and oddly in glee
But the words forever on my heart I inscribe
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Below the dimly lit sky
On the gravel earth
A little girl let a sigh
On all that hurt
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There was a merry little place
I used to know
It is where the sun show's it's face
And it is where the bruised go
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The dreamy waves hit the lazy beaches
The scattered light on the waters,
Is the radiant opulence that reaches
To the resting sinful haters
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Sometimes a poet is called a mad man
For he sees sinister,
Even a gentle graceful swan
And so I shall undo a spinster
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I wonder whether love given is true
I ponder upon things liven through
I gather all the things come and gone my way
I bother about times spent alone, what to say?
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I cease for the importance of humanity
I know ot if mine was a desire or necessity
The fire had died out
The cold had no more clout
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I art waiting for the songbird to show it's grace
Perhaps with a song or mere presence
I come from long tired journeys I chase
The lapse of wrong leads to perseverance
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I stood there waving goodbye to autumn
It was another sorrow after spring left
The days ahead had no use of woe
There is winter to begin it's theft
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Below the dark skies
In the unforgiving twilight winter
Outside the house that sighs
The moonlight feebly showed a mentor
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Butterflies danced round and round
The sweet fragrance spread with bliss
The songbird's mellow tune was profound
in the crystal stream gently, glided fish
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They were scattered like shards of diamonds
On a black background of velvet cloth
The horizon that divided the high bonds
Between heaven and earth, nothing was wrath
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I came across a merry little house
From the long tiring walks I had
It stood serene, but with no spouse
I thought this man liked the solitude
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There was a merry old man
Beneath the blue skies
Defying every ban
He enjoyed telling lies
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I am powered by hatred's offering
Motivated by woe
My experience is suffering
And that is so
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There was an old man
In the merry glen
Who would sit for hours that ran,
On green fields then
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I gaze out to see the lonely lane
Longing for a tread
Autumn's charm chases the bane
I'm leaving what is said
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Talk to me today
I will one say everything I ever had to say
And you can stop pretention
You never paid me attention
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