Near the Lake I stand,
On the crunched leaves beneath,
The crisp air passing by,
smell so homely, giving me a relief.
I put my scarf when the wind blows,
I feel warm even when it is cold.
Walking down the lane,
I look above to find the sunset,
Widely spread across the vast sky.
The tinted shade of orange,
Drawing the silhouettes of the birds that fly.
As the sky grows darker,
The lane starts to lit up by the lights,
Every house that comes by,
In this cold season, these homes are a sign of delight.
I hope there's a warm chair inside,
On which, there's a grandpa holding his pipe.
And a grandma preparing a pumkin pie,
For her kids, who will return home,
Before the holiday flies.
On this evening night,
I walk to my home and breath the cinnamon candles, smelling wonderful in my room.
Wearing a knitted sweater,
Made by my Mum,
sipping the hot chocolate before the fire,
And dancing on the christmas music is so much fun.
And finally during midnight,
We all sit down watching the horror movies,
Having witches and clowns,
As scary as they sound.
We spend the night with sleepovers and halloween candies.
Simmering the hot broth
Talking about the stories of goth.
And you ask me my friend,
Why do I say this all?
Because, it's nothing, but the
Lovely season of FALL!
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Rhythm Of The Poem
ПоэзияHello everybody, I'm Darshita. Writing and reading has always been my passion. I love to write poems and whenever I finish writing one I always leave a piece of mine in it. It is a place where one can find the truest and the most realistic self of m...
