spring is round corners again
he digs deep for dead remains
looks for autumn leaves dried
blooming treetops sing a tune
he digs deep for dead remains
emotions became sand dunes
blooming treetops sing a tune
they never meet autumn or rains
emotions became sand dunes
spring is round corners again
they never meet autumn or rains
he looks for autumn leaves dried
Reena Saxena 
Lovely pantoum, Ma’am. 🙂
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Thank you so much, Aishwarya!
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Excellent poem.
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Thank you!
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