shades of autumn
The fallen leaves lay dry and dead,
memoirs of a long lost spring,
souvenirs of a wild scented orchid blossom.
The winds blow from the Mediterranean
carrying the epiphany of mortal dreams
singing the symphony of death,
the lullaby of autumn.
The silhouette of the setting sun
weaved the autumn shades on a crimson sky
hues of loss and reminiscence
painted at the hour of death.
Welcome, dear Krishna, to the blogosphere. You are an exquisite poet.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much sir :)
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