It's 1st of November, season of fall is on full and we gradually step in winter. These days autumn resides in my home and we talk like this to each other

Novel November

Ashes flowing like in sky
Early morning, the sun
No where to be seen
Pigeon is on the roof
The leaves 🍂 are mellow
This season changes me slow
By this fall ,a lot friends fell apart
In the heaps of fallen leaves
You may not find me at all
Will meet you in spring
As things meet a new
Meet me for once I
Will be gone after all.

Poetry by MIRZA AHMER BEG The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2023-11-02 at 02:58

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You’ve communicated the FEEL of this fall season very well