Fall illusions A leaf poured shouting for a shift... then two, three, crunching under my feet fresh plant flesh, drifting in a walk and from afar a lady bug in black in a late downpour, beneath the chant of bell crickets and exotic aromas at the end of a cycle. Shall be the land for my chest? or I will simply walk one by one this paper paradox around the sun, distant gurgling looking south, then two or three nothing is left, and Life decided to move, and all for a leaf that crossed my path bringing autumn to my mind... Gavriel Navarro© 2014
Posted on: Mon, 01 Sep 2014 08:59:51 +0000
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