bhava's

autumn—soft “4✿4” glowing beneath the amber sky. wrapped in shades of brown, fallen leaves whisper gently across the quiet streets.

          “ carrying the warmth
           of a season that slowly
           fades. every breeze feels
           like a tender memory,
           lingering between the
           trees and the golden light.

                                🧦🤎.

✱ .. one or two verses could never hold its beauty. even a thousand words would still fall short of describing the calm it leaves behind.

yet, perhaps the silence says enough, doesn't it? ㅤ✽

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