And the leaves came tumbling down into my lap.
The brunet earth covered with myriads of memories,
Colouring up my heart with a tint of departing recollections.
Departs the leaves, departs the joy, and departs the room which holds aromas.
In my lap sat the leaf, reminisces of the intimate folks.
And the leaves came tumbling down, I framed them inside my withered heart
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A Crisp Through Words
PoetryAre you a poetry addict? If yes, dive into this book, where you can swim into different sublime poems. The book includes numerous poetries, each of different flavour. The main theme which the book beholds is nature. Catch hold your favourite poem...
