slumbering on pillows of snow white cottony clouds trees wrapped in emerald kimonos
swaying to the rhythm of gentle breeze
like a maestro caressing a wand on the strings of a violin mellifluous but a wee bit wistful reminiscentive tune the sun is still bright but does not blaze the earth and the nights are enfolded in the charm of a whispering moon with the chariot of stars bejeweled and bright twinkle in pure delight in a sheath of dreams beloved autumn your blossoms are still in bloom my hearth redolent with their fragrance and warmth of your presence soothes the soul into soft awakening you are the threshold to winter's frozen frame of listless monotony of
verses wane away not so soon let the embers of desire die down a little it's glow spread like
a mellowed cocoon of bygone comfort o
beloved autumn dear friend don't desert us
without hope without colours without songs
without the wisp of your mesmerics so soon
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