Nice Autumn

Poem By Hasmukh Amathalal

Blackbird's sings a sweetest song,
Of love life's futures intend;
In his tune you can hear him long,
Though it's mere flute in blend.
He has so many joys alive,
But sometimes he's distressed;
I eagerly wait for him to arrive,
And with all his tunes I'm blest.

Oh blackbird sings so adorable,
Of everything that he has found;
There is no tone in his tune dull,
I'm happy in having him around.
They say the lark has a clarion call,
And the nightingale a lyre of gold;
But he has colors from them all,
That astonishes me manifold...

Comments about Nice Autumn

Your last two lines are a gem.
This is so beautiful. What a great piece. All the birds are in heat now, it's true (smile) .
Applaud! Applaud! so... so... beautiful writing Peter, I love the subject matter and your fluid way of writing Thankyou for sharing your art Love duncan X

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