In the month of November
The cool air blows over
The petals of unborn buds
With the young birds chipping at six
The raising rays of red giant
And the day starts
I could able to feel the warmth of air
Sudden Breeze came up
And took away the golden leaves
Which couldn't bear the coldness
The sounds of falling
Clear crystals from the clouds
Was heared by the soil and
It flavoured with the earthy sent
After some times
There arrived a stillness
With sounds of grasshopper
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