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The soft rays of the newly born sun,
penetrated the thick foliage of berry-red and
aureolin-gold leaves.
The amber-red ones of autumn burns slowly,
As the huffing wind's too lazy to scatter them away.
The ghost-grey skies of autumn adds gloom.
The leaves are a-flame in a quilt of color,
The fiery reds cast a rich hue to the forest,
As a larder of aromas drizzles from the trees.
The rich smell of molten wet earth
drifts with the muffling winds,
As it deadens all sounds of the forest
And slows the billowy bells of the clouds.
Fog-tinted trees stand alone,
In the hermetic abstruse forest.
Weak pitter-patter hissing drip of raindrops
fall in the shallow puddles.
The sun at its utmost strength,
Shines upon the mysterial,esoteric foliage.
Soft strains of melody afloats the yawing wind.
The seething energy of the forest becomes vow-silent,
As promises to nature are kept.
And as the first of the heavy rain fell,
The leaves turned a smouldering gold.
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Serenade✔
Poetry"To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all. " ~Oscar Wilde __________________________________ ✔You stay under the carpet of my room, Dusting the corners of my soul✔ __________________________________...
