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whisper...
through the trees
spinning in the light of illumination
vivid correlation on one's own imagination
colors of red, yellow & green
such a very good scene
its twilight sun had tainted my inner vision
there was something other I was wishing
twisted leaves through the breeze
like a mouse stuck in a block of cheese
we each can learn something
from how beauty will make a comeback
They spin on each level of are mind
We then swallow each breath we take
To bask in the vast expanse of nature call it fate
Pure likeness to it's personfications
a sold out faith to deliver
so much better to be a giver
twisted leaves falling trees
getting knocked down to your knees
some may choose what they may please
others are content in spreading the disease
