Originally posted by: Viswasruti
Memories---
The Autumn is dancing in the fields!
She turned to leave and looked back one last time with a longing look, Nature is the same, smiling at the world enchantingly, the colorful scene is spreading its wings to allure many hearts again and again! When she looked back, she said, "I should not tell you this, but I am going to tell you--
Why are all these dry leaves are flying in the air? Looks like a tree shed its tears when the cruel wind tares its heart to cross the meadows to reach another garden to rip it off!
When she looked back one last time --realized that she already crossed the bridge of the world, now entering into another sphere, telling to herself -- no need to look back! Leave those worldly emotions there itself, behind that bridge, leave your life to that fast-changing greenery, leave your breath to that soft flowing cool breeze, smile it off at your life, tell the sky that be there ... be there, witness many births and deaths as a silent spectator, remember all these stories, one day a poet may come and ask you, what you have witnessed in all these millions of years? Then answer to that mad poet with your evening hues, with your passing clouds, with rainbow colors which shows the melting of one hue into another, life to death, from violet to red, and all shades in between!
The living is nothing but a longing for love, love is nothing but a breathing in life! Ultimately --if one says she breathed her last, means --she lost herself to love!
Thank you Dragice for this Autumn scenery.🤗
Translation--
sjeanja --- Okrenula se i otila, a posljednji put pogledala s dugotrajnim izgledom, priroda je ista, smijeei se svijetom oaravajui, arena scena iri krila kako bi privukla mnoga srca iznova i iznova! Kad se pogledala natrag, rekla je: "Ne bih ti to trebala rei, ali u ti rei - Zato su svi ti suhi lia leti u zraku? Izgleda da je stablo prolilo suze kad okrutni vjetar nosi srce da prijee livade i stigne do drugog vrta kako bi je uklonio! Kad se zadnji put pogledao - shvatila je da je ve prela most na svijetu, sada ulazei u drugu kuglu, govorei sebi - nema potrebe da se osvrne! Iza sebe ostavite one svjetovne emocije, iza tog mosta, ostavite svoj ivot u tako promjenljivom zelenilu, ostavite dah da taj miran, tekui svje povjetarac, osmjehnite ga u svom ivotu, kaite nebu da je ondje ... biti tamo, svjedoci mnogih raanja i smrti kao tihi gledatelj, sjetite se svih tih pria, jednog dana vam pjesnik moe doi i pitati, ono to ste svjedoili tijekom svih ovih milijuna godina? Onda odgovorite onom ludom pjesniku s vaim veernjim nijansama, s vaim prolaznim oblacima, s duginim bojama koje pokazuju taljenje jedne boje u drugu, ivot do smrti, od ljubiaste do crvene boje i sve nijanse izmeu njih! ivot nije nita drugo nego enja za ljubavi, ljubav je samo disanje u ivotu! U konanici - ako netko kae da je zadnji put udahnula, znai - izgubila se za ljubav! Hvala Dragice za ovo jesensko krajolik
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