This article is about changing winds of September, the red turning leaves of Maple trees and Cleopatra of east ( Cleopatra for lack for a better name). Mainly about her. Who is she? She is manifestation of beauty, a lyric looking for its melody, a relic longing for its saint and fragrance unknown to the world, yet. Her poise makes the fillies bow their heads, her smile makes the lilies blossom and her charm brightens up every morning.
Her presence would make everything exciting, her gaze would fill your blood with passion and her touch…it might actually turn a toad to a prince!
I couldn’t resist to ask, why September? Why the month of change? a month that brings long and lonely nights closer? Why oh Empress you had to?