Autumn morning has mumbled,
Fresh breeze has touched many,
New turning in life has arrived,
Light gently has touched the skin.
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The poem immortalises the most common expression of nature, the silver grass. And of course, the sanguine morning of autumn.
Autumn morning and silver grass so interestingly woven into a poem.
Wet ground in hope! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Silver grass grow during autumn. Greatest happiness we get remaining with God. We search for eternal happiness and we get this. God teaches us righteousness. Thank you very much for sharing this. You are a nice poet. This poem is excellent poem. I love this poem.
The amazing changes of seasons, a beauty filled poem with lots of descriptive words... thanks for sharing.
Meditation on silver grass brings peace and a revival of hope. Beautiful poem. Top stars Kumarmani ji.