Hues of autmn always enchant me and trans me in a misty mellowness.trees filled with red,rusty and fiery autumn leaves always ignite a fire within me. Crumpling leaves under my feet always seem the most melodious sound to me. Evenings of autumn always shroud me in a romantic mist. I like a long walk in the misty evenings of autumn with cool breeze chilling me.Autmn a season of romance and mystery,a harbinger of spring.I love you autumn.
Words are like flowers blossoming here and there in our life. Some are thorny with beautiful colours but thorns around them hurting us in every way. Some are soft and silky caressing us with their soft touch. Some are cool and soothing comforting us in every way.some are firey licking our wounds with their hot tongues.some are refreshing breathing new life in us.some are fairy like flying through our souls and lift us to ethereal heights. So grow a garden of words where ever you go filling your surrounding with fragrance.