Let me tell you a story.
Though it's pretty old,
and lost its glory.
But old is gold.

Once upon a time,
there used to be a little fairy.
Her wings were the colour of lime,
and her eyes glary.

She was unhappy.
Thus she killed herself.
Thinking that will at least make others happy.
She used to put their opinions above herself.

When she died,
the tress died too.
The weather followed suit,
they died too.

Since then, there comes autumn.
Mourning for her death.
Diminishing all enthusiasm.
Taking away the wind's breath.

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Challenge #64 Write a poem about the given picture.

{Note - There is no such story.... This is mine...
PLAGIARISM IS CRIME. }

I know this is written by me..and that I shouldn't praise myself.
But I must say this is one the most beautiful thing...

Those who aren't reading this. Are missing out..
I pity them.

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