O Burning wind soaked air/Enchanted canvas, those crimson September fields ; All Alive again Meditation, Light wound/Afternoon’s amber grown/soon infant stars glow in the ancient sky./Careful visage/A blaze of segments upon the emerald Summer treescape w/in New Autumn flames. Soothe the mind or eyes. From Advent-Alpha Early Autumn 1997 Revised 1/8/2006
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Vernonette Gaddy 19 hours ago
Praiseworthy uniqueness in your artistic creativity T. Byron K.