Her eyes pressed on all
the colors, textures, and dyes.
The motifs of the trees
glistens as the wind flies.
The blowing causes
a cough in her throat
as she tightens the sash
of her lined, tan coat.
She stands amazed
by the tinges of the lake.
The ripples propel swiftly
causing the bridge to shake.
She glazes at her reflection
in the waves as she walks away.
Still intrigued by blossoming
coloration of this display.
Nov 23, 2018
Nov 23, 2018 at 9:50 PM UTC
Her eyes pressed on all
the colors, textures, and dyes.
The motifs of the trees
glistens as the wind flies.
The blowing causes
a cough in her throat
as she tightens the sash
of her lined, tan coat.
She stands amazed
by the tinges of the lake.
The ripples propel swiftly
causing the bridge to shake.
She glazes at her reflection
in the waves as she walks away.
Still intrigued by blossoming
coloration of this display.
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