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The Fall Foliage of New England

Solitude around apart from my truth searching soul Seeking eagerly tender purity of the New England fall Caught a glimpse of the landscape so far eyes concede Like the bride in red robe White Mountain brightly glowed Evening sunshine softly bounced off rolling meadows Over silent latent lakes mirrored shiny flaming clouds Solitude around apart from my truth searching soul Seeking eagerly tender purity of the New England fall Geese in arrow form flew en route to southern frontier Reminding of wintry weather to ruin the autumn colors Took a look around at each leaf waving good bye for ever Songs of Yaksha, bring new leaves of same color year later Solitude around apart from my truth searching soul Seeking eagerly tender purity of the New England fall Blowing breeze gently brushed over fallen blushing leaves Heard many whispers of nature oddly audible to my ears May be language of love from gazing land, can I ever learn Came to believe the hidden fantasy fervor of Sidhus Nirvana Solitude around apart from my truth searching soul Seeking eagerly tender purity of the New England fall
Raj Gaonkar, October 16, 2009

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