Mali

a seasonal haste captured me in the mist of toiled follies and meaningful gestures i'd yet to foretell a heavenly hint of paradise beyond the garden gates faint notions aroused my melancholy mind offering jaded scores amid the calm hues beckoning my inner warmth i suppose i'd remember colorful leaves gathered beneath oak and maple bark fascinated quietly throughout cold lillies and the laughter of cunning african violets clustering between earth and crisp air whispering the pleasant sound of damp sunlight dancing quaintly about the stillness of thy playful soul