Living Picture
Living Picture
Walking through the park in the cool of the evening.
In the distance; I hear birds utter a succession of light chirping.
I feel the wind; a gift from the trees.
Falling ever so gently; vivid autumn leaves.
Dark cheerless clouds cradle the mysterious brimming moon.
Ivy leaves growing across the old iron fence gathering into festoons.
All around me is a plethora of picturesque scenery...
Waiting to be explored; as I continue on my journey.
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