Kind is that river
That hugs the poor creature
This dead, dried leaf
Lost, fallen, forsaken
Homeless and clueless
Only to be trampled down
And chased away
Like a worthless waste
Or to be played by the naughty wind
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Sweet is that stream
That gives abode to this homeless
Thanks to it
Now it has found
Life in death
Beginning in its end
A home apart from its home
A soothing, tender, gentle
Arms, bed and lap
That hugs and heals
Dances and thrills
Full of life and jive
Pregnant with dreams and hope
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This leaf is alive again
And dreaming sweet dreams
Sleeping with comfort and smile
Dreaming with the stars
Shining with the sun
And playing with the ripples
Listening to the song of the day
And sweet lullaby of the night
Visiting new earths, new lives
As the river flows across
Many new worlds and places
Through dales and caves
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–Glorry Shubhashree
Musings Of A Dreamer 