Autumn is a beautiful season. It haunts lovers and traumatizes those forlorn - nature paints its canvas with wonderful hues of mauve, orange, crimson and basset. Its wonders cannot be expressed in words, it can only be felt deep within the soul. One needs to feel it tenderness and fuse into its fragrant surrounds.
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Beautiful! Soft and tender love. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you Savita, for reading and liking these verses. Have been imbued by Haiku poetry, therefore tried my hand at a few. Regards