In this season of memories,
Dreams unravel their strange secrets.
All's a haze of gold, brown and green
Between the sunrise and sunset.
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Thanks Akham...I used the season of Autumn to express melancholy.
It's a pleasure reading your poems. Like in this poem the autumn and human nature have merged with each other. Both are there in unison to express the anguish of the heart and transitory nature of life. Thanks. All's a haze of gold, brown and green Between the sunrise and sunset. ....Life's subtle glories are too brief. ....Time deceives. It is a cruel thief.