Inner Realm - Autumn _Season Of Death.. Comments

an epoch is dead and life is felt false, The moon above is dead as light on dew off

The wavy grass ceases with dulcet tone of breeze. The dry wind is ponderous through moisture....

The dormant wish is falling on bosom, soft sheltering caress of mother nature. The song of autumn is silent psalmody.

Flower is opening petals one by one, With soft touch of season's sainted course, dewy. With the advent of autumn nature is open, With mild and mellow sweetness in limp light, The birds are found singing, caroling ruin. The season of mist heck on Summer's lease

Flower is opening petals one by one, With soft touch of season's sainted course, dewy. With the advent of autumn nature is open, With mild and mellow sweetness in limp light, The birds are found singing, caroling ruin....///

The wavy grass ceases with dulcet tone of breeze. The dry wind is ponderous through moisture. In the soft dying day trees descant ballad, For the departure of warm emotive days. In meditative mildness the season,

. The season of mist heck on Summer's lease. The dormant wish is falling on bosom, soft sheltering caress of mother nature. The song of autumn is silent psalmody

Flower is opening petals one by one, With soft touch of season's sainted course, dewy. With the advent of autumn nature is open, With mild and mellow sweetness in limp light, The birds are found singing, caroling ruin.

The Virgin Sprite is at work with thoughtless joy. Life is a chain of soft splendid petals. On the cessation of every petal, an epoch is dead and life is felt false, The moon above is dead as light on dew off.....

In the soft dying day trees descant ballad, For the departure of warm emotive days...///

The wavy grass ceases with dulcet tone of breeze. The dry wind is ponderous through moisture.

The season of mist heck on Summer's lease. The dormant wish is falling on bosom, soft sheltering caress of mother nature. The song of autumn is silent psalmody.

Flower is opening petals one by one, With soft touch of season's sainted course, dewy. With the advent of autumn nature is open, With mild and mellow sweetness in limp light, The birds are found singing, caroling ruin.

Prabir showed me a different autumn. You showed me how she comes to you; and this shows that you are a perpetrator and a perky and lofty observer of nature. You live as a part of nature, and you find everything you need to express yourself.... thanks dr. Riza

Season of autumn and it's beauty....