Chrysanthemums are flowering in autumn and the faded leaves of flamboyant trees blown with the autumn winds. <br />The time has come to whitewash the churchyard tombs and I can hear my chum's silent song like a chirping. <br />A far smoke is carrying off from a chimney. <br />This gloomy evening an old lady is picking some fallen leaves in the garden and the sun's last light focused on my window. <br />Suddenly I closed as the mosquito soldiers try to invade my room.<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-chimes-of-twilight/
