I remember smell of honeysuckle in the soft morning breeze.
The shimmering sun dancing on the lake and piercing the trees.
So varied are the colors the Autumn leaves will make the eye strain.
From beauty not contained, peaceful the sound of softly falling rain
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lovely poem very touchy. keep growing. lots of love. abhimanyu kumar.s
Lovely poem, I loved the landscape in which you have made your thoughts to flow like a gentle rain. I must give full marks.
You've covered the peaceful beauty of life.