Autumn

❤ The rustling leaves bestowed lulu to the breezy evening.. My hair danced to and fro by heeding to the unuttered stories of zephyr.. Cuckoo..Cuckoo.. she sang concealing inside a bombastic tree.. The deciduous leaves are drifting to unknown places  and new leaves are supplanting them slowly..The clouds suddenly turned grey and played by hitting…

Passing clouds ..

  Yes..I’m a passing cloud .. But, the one which induces Peacock to unfasten it’s plume .. Of course the one by which a dulcet odor egresses when the rain touches the soil.. A cloud with a lot of tenderness and zest … anyways..I pass.. Copyright © Optimistic Soul Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this site’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Optimistic Soul with appropriate and specific direction to the…