Chrysanthemums are flowering in autumn and the faded leaves of flamboyant trees blown with the autumn winds.
The time has come to whitewash the churchyard tombs and I can hear my chum's silent song like a chirping.
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thank you Mr. Dunuhinga for the dedication. what a beautiful poem! love starr
Hey Nimal, do you want some 'raid' to fight off thos mosquitos?
Only a very musical soul could have heard the far away chimes of twilight and created this exceptional word painting. Very lovely work, Nimal. Warm regards, Sandra
I could almost drink this in, amazing! the atmosphere, the feelings, I could almost smell the bon-fire and watch the scenes that laid before me THIS IS ABSOLUTELY BRILLIANT! ! ! Love duncan X
This beautiful poem reminds me of the work of Sandra Fowler - it has the same superb feel for description, the same highly original images and the same touch of melancholy just below the surface. Exceptional piece. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥