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Even now , -spring comes and smiles
in-spite of  autumn  -fall
memory  floats
long  desert -path , -through  out  life
 the  balance-sheet of  gain and loss.
 I live  my life . d raw the  accounting through
 year in and out.

On the  final stage  --you came
  like a well knit poem
 some parts,-  seem  even like  dream.
Let memory  keep  all these  locked
as saving stock


If  spring -time comes once more
knock on closed .,--shut  door
I may say --
friend,  what ever  gift  I got
 is  enough
Or --whatever  lost,--  was not mine

Some octave tune  yet  comes
and  sings within !
 ,