The evenings autumn remind me of you
The woods lie dark, the day fades
the edges of packages in red halo.
In a cottage near a crying baby.
The wind goes in steps later
through the trunks to collect the last leaves.

Then salt, now long accustomed to dull eyes,
foreign lonely crescent moon
with its half-light from unknown lands.
It is cold, indifferent to his path.
The light envelops the woods, the thicket, pond and
path with pale halo melancholy.

Also in winter nights without light
when the windows of flakes whirling dances
and the stormy wind, I often impression look.
The plan sings strongly misleading
and your deep, dark contralto voice
speaks to my heart. You the most cruel beautiful women.

My hand grabs the bulb times
and its soft light sits on a large wall.
From ancient frame your picture looks dark
knows me well and smiles at me strangely.
But I will kiss your hands and hair
and whisper your name.

Raj Aryan is a content writer. Presently working with a  Private Tour  packages  company. Find  International Hotels  and on-line at  Cheap flights  tickets to India, providing the best selection and availability of cheap flight booking.