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The Old Man`s Fiddle
The fig tree bare
branches stare
homeless birds
who will care?
Roses shrivel
petals fall
creepers limp
on the wall
Autumn leaves
on the earth dry
in the dark
the sparrows cry
who will light the lamp?
the old man is gone
his fiddle is heard
in the streets at dawn...
poem
by
Dr Madhavi Grace
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