With the changing colours
of the season
in the palette of my mind
I mix the reds, yellows, browns and gold
mixing and spreading.
A stroke here
a swish there...
and I paint the world
inside me
with a million beautiful colours.
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Author:
Jay (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I have not experienced autumn, but we have a windy season here in Kerala, in November, December. My friend in Canada sent me a picture of the trees in autumn, the leaves vibrant in the colours of the season. It was beautiful and then, I wrote this poem . This poem was published in the Literary survey of Kerala Sahitya Academy.
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Comments4
A fine write Jay.
Well penned
And in the Literary survey of Kerala Sahitya Academy it belongs. ; )
Beautiful and so right Jayasree, here in the UK autumn is my favourite time of the year, Natures Artwork is so diverse and so wonderful.
Andy
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