Thy rose is purest dew Of honey raw, why thirst Autumn so sooner oh bosom Thy hapless not oh dear Thou seen a many rise And many setting downs Hast some rainbow, thy knots Sooner or later loosen Hast breaths and crave for rose And womb of land that live For thy, they need thy glee Oh bosom autumn far Let season come itself Clicks & Canvas #MyCnC #mobilephotography #nature #lovepoem #rain_drops #nature_click #poetry #iambictrimeter
