A song
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THE Maples are turning yellow
Won’t you come?
It was raining as I crossed the street
Dreaming about you
Thinking about you
THE Pines are standing still
Won’t you sing?
A stone age crossed me as I walked
Thinking about you
Dreaming about you
The world is turning grey
Won’t you smile?
I am chasing but a mirage
Thinking about you
Dreaming about you…
The Maples are turning yellow, won’t you come?
-Anant Dhavale
Copyright @ Anant Dhavale
( Dublin OH)
