The trees
withered leaves off branches.
Autumn posed on the
Yellow carpet.

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April month, the season of Autumn!!!
Weather starts to became lil bit romantic in this season..
It makes my mood very happy
Old leaves starts to fall over trees & new one grows up..
That time the view of scattered yellow greenish leaves on road looks very awesome......
It gives us a very strengthening lesson to learn...
That sometimes we have to give in what we have to get something new.....
Giving away All the sorrows and grief...
To Over come all problems
So, Be prepare yourself for new.....
Journey of life with an open heart !!!💐

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Leaves are falling,
It's withered like my lonely heart &
It's shattered like my detached soul,
I can feel the silence of your frozen heart
Please don't fall.

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Leaves turn
yellow and red
revealing their true colors,
as the protecting, nurturing
hands of the sunlight and tree
slowly fade way.

For they know
its time, for the leaves to bloom,
be their inner self, and choose
to flow with wind, or against it.

But
do the leaves forget?
forget they were green once,
holding on to the branches
like babies in cradle,
looking up to sunshine for
love and survival.

Disconnected yet connected,
they forever carry
the mark of their nurturers
engrained in their soul.

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When everyone is seeing
Fallen 'autumn'leaves,
She is looking for a
budding 'springs' leaf!

"Your Outlook for things
makes the difference"

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लो झड़ गया मैं
शाखों पर से तेरी,
अब तो ना कहोगे कि
बोझ उठाता था तू मेरी?

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Each shade of green,
was delightful to treasure
like moonlight snow.
Every curves of the leaves
were deftly sculpted
to adore a primitive grace.
Every whiff of wood
was so ligneous to engorge
like boscage weald.

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Sometimes, it is less about
the people you love and more about
how less you love yourself because
neither leaves realize when they fall
nor does fall know when it leaves.

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The leaves made me feel like it was
a zephyr of wordlessness whirling around my being,
As the door of my heart opened
I found the book of my existence,
The awakening of love in me wasn't
just an ordinary thing for it leaped me into self coherence like the arrival of spring awakens sedate cyclone of mindfulness in the forest gloom.

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