SWEET AUTUMN


When Crispy leaves fall on the ground
They shatter making the flip flop sound
Dusty winds blowing then talk to the leaves
Explaining the arrival of frightening darker eves
The sky is ablazed in the dim moon light
The clouds are snoring like beautiful Snow white
Old dried trees who speak very less
Are announcing the arrival of a season heartless
The sun is so far that light is getting faded
Earth is so calm getting top to bottom shaded
The poet who is coming from a diverged way
Is talking with nature and just about to say
This season which comes on broken hearts dictum
Its my love the sweet autumn....

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