Have you observed the November sky? It looks so innocent and so undone It’s not the same as in July A visible phenomenon made by
The golden crowns of the autumn splendorFlamboyant orange croton leavesThe yellow and the crimson chrysanthemumsEye pleasing and beautiful scenes.Sweet alyssum carpets the groundAs though protesting
A golden path laid under my feet A golden path reminder of my blessings. Another year that my eyes can see As maple trees and
Magic of sunset takes my breath away. The golden brims are so magnetic, The dim glimmering light makes me hopeful and poetic. The faint light
Time is a thief with a painter’s brush Gently, covers up past pains and regrets in the golden dusk Waits for no one and never
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