Nature never dies, but we sometimes make our silhouette keeping back the light, sometimes naturally it happens. A beautiful scene from the nature of changing season but the metaphor flows undercurrent to warn us about grayish background which becomes shocking for the inhabitants of the surface. Good poem. Enjoyed.
Regards,
pranab
10
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Nature never dies, but we sometimes make our silhouette keeping back the light, sometimes naturally it happens. A beautiful scene from the nature of changing season but the metaphor flows undercurrent to warn us about grayish background which becomes shocking for the inhabitants of the surface. Good poem. Enjoyed. Regards, pranab 10