WILLIAMSJI MAVELI writes, AUTUMN

The more we love, more vigor together,
Our life’s succeeding means and ways,
An hour to a childhood seems a day,
Days like withered leaves of your tree,
She has her lusty spring, when clouds are clear,
Blue sky becomes nude and loveliness
Takes the beauty in between the breasts,
Her soul has thrilled in an autumn,
When her wings sing a lyric of love
So pure the nature, so quiet was the air,
So like, so very like, was day to day,
Good moods take the season away,
Without telling a reason for yesterday,
My love flourishes, your lust is delicious

Copyright @ Williamsji Maveli 

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