• alinaeemaan 5w

    There's nothing more mystical than this fall-day.
    The breeze ,the brushed trees and whiff of mowed hay.
    Leaves of colors has been released from height.
    Like a *let go* speech of mother-nature, to my sight.
    The autumn has whispered in the silence of air..
    The sprout-reign has fallen, as winter is here.