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This is my first attempts pretty much at any sort of photography. Comments and advice would be much appreciated.

Quietus
________

Boldly you faced the world that morning of a bright blue sky,
heard music in the sunrise, saw something in the tree-tops
straining to touch the skies under a dusty russet earth
of leaves-lay-scattered like dried tobacco leaves.
A certain heartache was about, and witching-time's chill
ate into your ethereal flesh. Certain black clouds were watching you,
to pour their wrath on your head. Then, your ageless mirage
dissolved in the neoplastic anguish of a languishing summer,
gasping with accursed heart of poison-pain.
But, when the color deepens fast from day to day,
when trees turn gold, leaves and stems and all,
I know you will be there rustling in the breeze,
in the flutter of the pale golden grains of harvest,
timeless.

~Ahila Sambamoorthy

Description
This is my first attempts pretty much at any sort of photography. Comments and advice would be much appreciated.

Quietus
________

Boldly you faced the world that morning of a bright blue sky,
heard music in the sunrise, saw something in the tree-tops
straining to touch the skies under a dusty russet earth
of leaves-lay-scattered like dried tobacco leaves.
A certain heartache was about, and witching-time's chill
ate into your ethereal flesh. Certain black clouds were watching you,
to pour their wrath on your head. Then, your ageless mirage
dissolved in the neoplastic anguish of a languishing summer,
gasping with accursed heart of poison-pain.
But, when the color deepens fast from day to day,
when trees turn gold, leaves and stems and all,
I know you will be there rustling in the breeze,
in the flutter of the pale golden grains of harvest,
timeless.

~Ahila Sambamoorthy