Chrysanthemums are flowering in autumn and the faded leaves of flamboyant trees blown with the autumn winds.
The time has come to whitewash the churchyard tombs and I can hear my chum's silent song like a chirping.
A far smoke is carrying off from a chimney.
This gloomy evening an old lady is picking some fallen leaves in the garden and the sun's last light focused on my window.
Suddenly I closed as the mosquito soldiers try to invade my room.
This beautiful poem reminds me of the work of Sandra Fowler - it has the same superb feel for description, the same highly original images and the same touch of melancholy just below the surface. Exceptional piece. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
thank you Mr. Dunuhinga for the dedication. what a beautiful poem! love starr
Hey Nimal, do you want some 'raid' to fight off thos mosquitos?
Only a very musical soul could have heard the far away chimes of twilight and created this exceptional word painting. Very lovely work, Nimal. Warm regards, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I could almost drink this in, amazing! the atmosphere, the feelings, I could almost smell the bon-fire and watch the scenes that laid before me THIS IS ABSOLUTELY BRILLIANT! ! ! Love duncan X