Just like her solivagant mind wanders and the soft vernalagnia colors her cheeks, rosy - poetry swells from her inside. What her camera captures, spins words of hope and despair in her.
Where the heart bleeds on to the paper, there springs poetry...
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The soothing season of the fall Paints the nature in brown and gold And brings the clear skies, white clouds Kansgrass ripening the fields like hair old
The fall is in the spirit of celebrations, Blended with the smoke of frankincense, October isn't just a month to say, For us it's an emotion so intense.
The sound of conch shells The gorgeous gilded moon of the fall , The beat of drums and chatter of humans, And brightly lit streets and hearts of all
Castles of lights lining the streets, Crowds revelling in nights of joyful ecstasy Gaiety, fun, friends , satisfaction, life and pujo ..... ..... Unfortunately this year it's all a fantasy 😞
