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Autumn’s Farewell
> When autumn leaves from branches fly,
And whisper low a gentle goodbye,
I think of thee, my heart’s soft sigh.
> When longing stirs this silent breast,
Thy lips return and grant me rest,
From them my soul found sweet redress.
> A swan lifts high through morning mist,
The still lake lies, by sorrow kissed,
As thou didst leave, my breath dismissed.
> O angel fair from realms above,
Had I been God in bower of love,
I’d keep thee near, my heart’s alcove.
> One golden strand, so soft, so fine,
A silken thread of love’s design,
I’d kiss and keep—a pledge divine.
Copyright ©
Saeed Koushan
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