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Wandering from the parent bough,
Little, trembling leaf,
Whither goest thou?
‘From the beech, where I was born,
By the north wind was I torn.
Him I follow in his flight,
Over mountain, over vale,
From the forest to the plain,
Up the hill, and down again.
With him ever on the way:
More than that, I cannot say.
Where I go, must all things go,
Gentle, simple, high and low:
Leaves of laurel, leaves of rose;
Whither, heaven only knows!’
-Count Giacomo Leopardi, (1798 – 1837) Italy
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What an appropriate poem for this time of the year.
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What a lovely poem perfect for Autumn.
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What a gorgeous and colourful autumn image to accompany the wandering leaves in the poem.
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Beautiful photo and poem! Happy fall, my sister in the Lord! I loved your comment on my blog. Hugs to you! 🙂
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