Don't aim for me when I'm gone, when all there's left are memories of old songs I sung; don't aim with roses or with a gun, when all there's left are memories of the tears and fun... The birds have migrated to the West my love, each and every empty nest now boasts of only… Continue reading OLD SONGS
Tag: Seasons
Another Summer
Will there be another Summer, tell me, O poet?For all my love of Shelleyand of his West Windthat promises the death of Wintera new beginning in SpringI don't share his hopes any longerFor art didn't imitate life thereShelley died at 29and so will II knew it then, and do so nowThe idealists die a painful… Continue reading Another Summer
Ishaism – September
And so, the long awaited Spring, sent word of its coming...on those leafy messengers of the Fall... © Isha Garg
Ishaisms 
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