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Elegy to a Fallen Leaf

Fall, gently fall leaf of sorrow; Cast away your fears of t'morrow. Unleash the branch that holds you tight; Let go of the cold and dark night. Swing, swiftly swing your harshless hand; Bid goodbye to mem'ries beyond. Float like waves upon the far shore; Thread your marks in the silent lore. Kneel, slowly kneel and raise your pleas; Ask that you can stay in the skies. Now your tears are no longer cared; Upon the soil your voice unheard. Rest, fin'lly rest your head on ground; Embrace the earth w

5 Shocking Health Benefits Of Scent Leaf You Should Never Ignore

Scent leaf is a potent herb that treats anemia, strengthens eye nerves, prevents diarrhoea, convulsion, malaria, cough etc. Although it is a culinary spice loved by all categories of people, its consumption by diabetics should be strictly supervised because...

After Rain

The language of rain is the language of heart it will touch you, deep in your heart Rain will tell you about the sadness of the past the memory in your mind Rain will sing to you the song of the soul it will tell you the story of loneliness The language of rain is the the language of silence when you sit alone on your room while rain falling from the sky

THE LAST LEAF

Our story today is called "The Last Leaf." It was written by O. Henry. Here is Barbara Klein with the story.