Ghosting in memory, ... moments anytime,
I will keep you with me in the glastra, my soul will be,
The rusty color, my eyes will instill me
The leaf of brass,
You, who were full of yesterday,
You were laughing at the raindrops,
And you sing through the twilight that will be.
Now you are tired of the time that has passed,
And slowly you go down and peaks to the ground,
But the charm of color, gives you a gentle air,
How deep is this colour even we calls it rusty and it symbolizes death is near but still looks beautiful
nice photo that is just mind blowing
carry on
what a nice photography...its amazing
thanks for sharing
Good poetry, It felt like autumn. keep it up mate
good post friends
Wow beautiful post. Your words are so soothing. Thanks for sharing this with us. Am so grateful