the painful pen

 

 

 

 

 

The autumn winds are blowing hard,

All I possess seems to wither away,

The eastern sky holds no promise,

The clouds have drifted as the day fades away,

The green flowers have lost their colour,

The birds have all migrated,

Dreams of our fathers,

Dreams of a brighter tomorrow,

The only hope I hold dear to heart,

That the sun will shine again.

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