Today's poem then...
STRAY birds of summer come to my window
to sing and fly away.
And yellow leaves of autumn,
which have no songs,
flutter and fall there with a sigh.
Tagore
Good bye summer...the little of it that we did have. Wet soggy cold wind swept and grey.
School starts again tomorrow.
Bring it on.
to sing and fly away.
And yellow leaves of autumn,
which have no songs,
flutter and fall there with a sigh.
Tagore
Good bye summer...the little of it that we did have. Wet soggy cold wind swept and grey.
School starts again tomorrow.
Bring it on.
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