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The trembling withered leaves in an Autumn Eve
The powerless green leaves already decayed
And the strong unsolicited aloof wind takes them away without their consent.
There is no any other option; unless the skeletal trees have to keep quiet against the mysterious unending force of nature.
Postscript
* Why did I tear down my glory? Why do you tear down my knowing when I haven't a better house to move into?
Extract............[ When the music's over (My journey into Schizophrenia) ]
-Ross.David.Burke-
poem
by
Nimal Dunuhinga
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