Wednesday, 31 October 2012

Thank God For Little Pleasures - VIII

Autumn Song


Like a joy on the heart of a sorrow,
   The sunset hangs on a cloud;
A golden storm of glittering sheaves,
Of fair and frail and fluttering leaves,
   The wild wind blows in a cloud.

Hark to a voice that is calling
   To my heart in the voice of the wind:
My heart is weary and sad and alone,
For its dreams like the fluttering leaves have gone,
   And why should I stay behind?


~ Sarojini Naidu



(c) Photo Credit @imsaalis

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