*Here the autumn makes
prettiest place for me
a quaint placid lake
with wind’s lullaby!
A cloud mirrored hush
thicket’s lone butterfly
spell stricken grass
in awe of the sky!
This sight the autumn makes
seems so wispy to my feel
like flying pollen flakes
catching dreams by the jhil!
The feathered bloomy light
on this day by the lake
soon would melt from my sight
leaving trail as an ache!*
Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 11:43 AM UTC
*Here the autumn makes
prettiest place for me
a quaint placid lake
with wind’s lullaby!
A cloud mirrored hush
thicket’s lone butterfly
spell stricken grass
in awe of the sky!
This sight the autumn makes
seems so wispy to my feel
like flying pollen flakes
catching dreams by the jhil!
The feathered bloomy light
on this day by the lake
soon would melt from my sight
leaving trail as an ache!*
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