Inner Realm_ Dew_ Comments

In the bright Sunlight the city is full of quiet delight, The birds are silent with no morning air, The leaves are wet with morning dew...///

With storms and gale it sheds not and glitters with wordless drowse. The dew is the chest of autumn to die into winter, The dew in my mind is false and it is always winter. Prabir Gayen

Prabir, such a fine allegory...10++++++++++++++