Molten streams of gold trickle down your ruptured face - Of cracks, crevices and crannies, there is no visible trace - The sore sorrows of your past borne with imperial grace!
Hand in hand, we sail to the edge of the wide world; And into the deepest of still waters all worries toss.
I turned heads wherever I walked; I strutted about in sparkling shoes; Those awed gazes meant nothing - For they did not come from you.
You fill the void in every paragraph - In my world's stage, you play all lives - A thousand deaths cannot strike you Like an ancient phoenix, you survive.
"Deeper the thorn, redder are the stains of blood, When it touches the spine, I see a new rose bud."
But this was no embrace like the romance of old days; Knowing there will be no happily ever afters to come, I succumbed to my fate and wait for judgement day; There is no salvation from what I have truly become.
My first impression was that of sheer astonishment and bewilderment and just like many others, I too was surprised by the insides of the chapel; every inch of the chapel is exquisitely painted and the juxtaposition of blue and golden that dominates the scenes bear testimony to the artist's exceptional sense of color.
The leaves of gold on branches grew, Bare branches on the trees were seen. The autumnal sun came flaring in, Over the hill-tops devoid of green..
"If this is the beginning of the end, the gradual disappearance of Venetian pride, identity and livelihood will be forever gone, swept under the tide of the ocean, until centuries pass and our great-great-great... grandchildren frown upon Venice as just another mythical city - a Venetian Atlantis perhaps?"
Three years back, it was exactly around this time I was in Perthshire. Even today as I re-post this old article of mine, I am reminded of the most wonderful time I had in the vast expanses of the Scottish countryside. As I reminisce over the old and happy days, I can only wish there will be a time in the near future when I can go back to these safe heavens, the memories of which soothe my senses even on the darkest days. I hope you enjoy the Fall Colors of Pitlochry.
According to Ben Ross, the head of Telegraph Travel’s, the spine of Scotland is one of the most scenic roads in the world. It commences at Falkirk and goes all the way up to Thurso, the northernmost point in Scotland. During fall, the road passes through a landscape ablaze in fall colours. In Perthshire, fall sets in by the end of September and the entire county is submerged in a hue of yellow, orange, red and green. There is an abundance of autumnal produce; elderberries, blackberries and hawthorne berries begin to ripen and the hazelnut trees shed their nuts before the onset of winter. Autumn heralds the growth of wild mushrooms and the white and round puffballs begin to appear in the fields and hedgerows. Hedgehogs go into hibernation and the red squirrels get ready for the bleak and frosty winters.
Fall colours of Perth
Pitlochry, a quaint Victorian town…
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