There is no music here

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Scattered, yellow autumn leaves

In abandoned streets
Thirsty for feet
for a quick rustle...

Swallows, flutter in haste
Seeking far away lands
Have muted selfishly
their sweet melodies...

Pop out, roasted chestnuts
all cracked & shocked
from the red heated pan, in pain
in rainy days...

What music,
Can nature play, 
for an empty soul
When you are
Gone?

By Jahooli Devi