Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Red hearts


The last of the leaves blow down
In the autumn of your love.

2 comments:

Elisabeth said...

This beautiful image and your words remind me of a bushfire.

The bushfire season is about to start here in Australia and the colours in this painting and the idea of love so quickly destroyed reminds me of this.

Nazia Mallick said...

Elisabeth

I appreciate your stopping by here so much!

I feel that Love goes through various seasons and like every season it goes through changes.
Sometimes it is spring when the heart blooms with happiness, sometimes it is winter, when it stays quiet and still and at times frozen; sometimes it scorches when it is summer of love, and sometimes when the autumn comes it blows away like dried leaves.
But Albert Camus said that autumn is like second spring , because the leaves look like flowers!

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