She speaks in cherry red
Prunus cerasifera
He whispers falling leaves
Amongst the diving wrens.
Happy tears shed every morning
Before the Lyrebird sire
Starts his lone choir
Ashen pine blue, flame trees
Quiet illumination
Sensual body of Autumn
Jul 14, 2021
Jul 14, 2021 at 4:35 AM UTC
She speaks in cherry red
Prunus cerasifera
He whispers falling leaves
Amongst the diving wrens.
Happy tears shed every morning
Before the Lyrebird sire
Starts his lone choir
Ashen pine blue, flame trees
Quiet illumination
Sensual body of Autumn
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