• On Autumn

    I’m thankful for this cool breeze,
    That’s caressing My hair.
    As I sit in my backyard,
    On my Acapulco chair.
    The birds are singing sweet songs, 
    The sun is low in the sky
    I’m thankful for the air I breathe today,
    Come tomorrow, its time to die.
    And like the fallen autumn leaves,
    In death, whose grace survives.
    I hope my words will carry on,
    And live a thousand lives.
    Photo courtesy: Iqra Shoukat Photography

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