They ask me what I love the most about the Fall.
It is the cerulean sky that you gift me.
Beneath which my autumn is born.
In yellowed leaves,
I dollops of sunshine.
I smear the cerulean hue all over me.
Before I bid the year adieu,
Another year in me is born anew.
I look for you, amidst all the blue.
~ Shinjana Mukherjee [@shinjanas]
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