The Purple Haze Autumn


Solitariness beneath the autumn trees.
Maple leaves fall on the ground like the scattered drops of rain and adorn the orchard with their purplish hue.

A sudden murmuring sound of the fallen purple haze autumn's leaves breaks the dreadful silence.

Shadowy gusty wind blows round and round occasionally and castaway the dried leaves from the tarnish marble ground.

The small stream besides the trees steals some autumn hues from the sky and the withered crispy leaves delightfully float on the flowing water.

The misty darkness falls as the sun goes down and the twilight draws closer and closer.
The purple haze autumn utters a blissful goodbye.

by Sanzeda Sultana

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