free spirit
prolific despite the norm
poetry enveloped lying leaves
words swirling from the page
can you hear the wind whispering words
most of them don't understand
there's something deeper here
you are not afraid to be
'nature's first green is gold'
light lilts autumn leaves
poetry and prose
artistic eye paints the world
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we hold the brush
the sun kisses the earth golden red
thoughts and beauties
they have yet to see
crimson autumn
beautiful
songs and melodies that have gone before
by artists who saw what we do
simplicities. r a i n d r o p s
try to catch melting melodies
watch them fall celestial silence.