Childhood, oh childhood, a time of such joy, A world of wonder, without a decoy, With eyes that sparkle, and hearts that sing,
By SK Pindiprolu3 years ago in Poets
As summer fades and autumn nears, The world transforms before our eyes, The air grows crisp, the breeze cools down, And nature puts on its grand disguise.
My dearest friend, I write to thee, To share the joys of summertime with glee, The sun doth shine so bright and bold, And all around is green and gold.
My dearest countryside fair, Oh, how I long to be in your care, To wander through your fields and vales, And feel your gentle breeze and gales.
Come with me, let's wander awhile, And bask in the charm of the countryside's style, Where nature and simplicity reconcile,
Behold the future world that awaits, A realm of endless potential and fates, Where hope and progress interrelate, And unity reigns, erasing all hate.
My dearest love, As I write these words to you, my heart is filled with the joy and inspiration that you bring to my life. You are my muse, my inspiration, and my partner in all things creative.
From the rolling hills of the north To the sandy beaches of the south India is a land of many tongues Each one unique, with its own songs
Autumn, oh autumn, how I love thee The season of change, so rich and free The leaves turn gold, red, and brown A symphony of colors, that never let me down
My dearest love, my heart's delight I pen these words to you tonight For though we are but birds in flight My love for you is ever bright
Oh, the days of youth, so wild and free When we roamed the campus, carelessly Lost in books and love and dreams All things possible, or so it seemed
The leaves fall gently, a symphony of rustling As the world around us begins its slow bustling The air is crisp, with a hint of frost
