Autumn’s footsteps #Analogue poem

#New Poetry Form – Analogue – A New Day Comes and Goes

Here comes the lovely fall heaps of leaves,

Boughs choirs and twigs swag as leaves disperse,

Brown yellow leaves becomes a boon not a curse.

Sweet little birds starts their abode to weaves,

Time has again come for nature thanks to receive.

More leaves bid farewell from trees source,

It is a natural phenomenon not a force.

O! humble mother nature a true wonder,

For your great soul I will surrender.





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