Skinng through the woods,
One patch of leave modifying after another in the touchless atmosphere,
Long-I glared total over a single leave,
The Color of Fall gradually swayed side to side --
Scattering and painting this brown earth.
Finding the departed trees tuning apart,
Cuffing winds trimming branches colorlessly,
I-breathing victory free of purity,
Gratifying every movement this earth startles --
This settled route hase secure my visit.
Disclosed twigs has made every creature,
Every insect bared in the open air,
My foot-steps engaged all eyes of species,
Quietly, I, distracted the inhuman figure --
That peeks out with two glow sights.
On my way out --
Many calls of the wild cried loudly,
Fare welling and wandering if this Lone --
Man shall ever visit a scene --
In the back of this Painter's Mind.
Birth sign: Scorpio
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