In the lanes of autumn,
There met withering homes,
Rising races,
And empty rooms.
The birds chirp from their dried nests,
Old stories and melodious songs.
Winters' sun sessions,
And summers’ moon lessons.
In the lanes of autumn,
There met settling norms,
Tales of modernity,
And traditions, bidding farewell bonds.
Wondering what was lost ?
And what was found?
Even fallen leaves flying away,
Leaving their ground.
In the lanes of autumn,
There met new bonds,
Springs of memories.
And filled rooms, waiting for home coming.
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