The day breaks with your memories
Full of dews, condensed at night!
Autumn is the best of all seasons,
Once you said: And the memories are
Like strangers, visit once in a while,
Leaving colours of the rain behind us...
My Sundays mourn the death
Of our dear Autumn as the Sun
Burns the leaves of memories...
10/06/2010
Braja K Sarkar
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/leaves-of-memories/
