Last Autumn, a poem by Banasmita Das at
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Last Autumn

Last Autumn

written by: Banasmita Das


Dewdrops and misty mornings,
November hues and my musings..

Your silhouette in the dusk of my heart,
The vehemence of love and art..

Winter and snowfall at the doorstep,
Waiting in forbearance..
To embrace a season,
imbued with poignance..

I stand and stare at the desolate sky,
The moon is crescent,
and the stars are shy..

I hark back about you,
and your Midas touch..
It’s November,
and I am missing you
a little too much..

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