When the end is as colourful as the birth..
“In silence there is eloquence. Stop weaving and see how the pattern improves.” ~ Rumi
A twirl of a Peepal leaf
Shades of mountain ferns..
Inside Out..
Waved..curled..dried..
Together in falling..
Last vestiges of autumn..
Soft intricacy..
Hived..
Burnt & Lit..
A spread of gold..
Reflected..
Amazing play of light..
Patterned in the sky..
Lying soft..
Wet & entwined..
A dollop of colour among the monochrome..
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