The Silent Serenade

 

So many times I walked this lonely path, 

So often this sky faded and went out of sight! 

Pain came down; I never looked up,

I missed the bellowing of the heifer!

These huddled trees, this lone bird, the cold dew,

All were here; I had my eyes but never saw you!

Now that you tune to my walk, lift your face to see,

This silence sounds like the serenade to me!

THe BURNt LEAVEs

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tHE bURNT lEAVES

You don't come to me anymore.
But here under this winter sky, in the pleasant day,
I walk with your hand in mine,
You whisper into my ears,
Then leave my hand.
You join the warmth of the fire
To take the aroma of the burning leaves
Deep in you!
Here you look at the yellow leaves,
Leaves that are ready to be burnt!
I see you sprouting beyond the season
With the pain of the dying leaves!