This is a lovely poem, I like the beautiful picture you added here. I like the sound, smells that merged together. The poem effectively forms a beautiful image in the mind of the reader. The ending is beautiful. I like the lines "That's when the first swaying leaf gently detaches flannel and blue blanketed in the ear gush Colorful feathers of joy sweep a pale horizon What can this season be, if not our bliss end?" Mina ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only **
|