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🍁Blossom's touch🍁.


Let the leaves shed, so that the new one will bear;
Its like your eyes filled with the joy of tears!
Autumn is just a blow, with the dark overcast sky;
Making the climate shivering, moist-cold & dry.
The greeneries of bushes covered the path,
The way covered with blossoms that looks alike a blood bath!
Let the cold breeze blow, over the clammy lake;
The winter comming gust, makes the trees shake.
The portion covered with fence, makes it more swampy;
Its the natural beauty, that we can't copy!
- Indrajit.

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