Fallen chunk of leaves, Glowing in crimson gold sunsets , Embracing warm winds bygones, Until it meet the steaming summer rays, Flavourful cinnamon and cardamom walks through the air, Pulsating clock prompting nature's gloom Puddles and fogs shrouds on tangible hillock fringes. | Quote by ARCHITA KUMAR

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