Thursday, September 7, 2017

Autumn morning

Autumn morning

What more can be of beauty
Than to wake up and see
How the morning arrives
With utmost glee?

Autumn with its enchanting hues
How leaves upon us its dews
And how the stillness wrought
Nothing but only poetry,

What more can be of beauty
Than to wake up and see
How the morning arrives
With only poetry?

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