In full bloom are thousands of roses, flying in the breeze are the hues of red.
Trying to stay in tow, I wind through the trees.The greens and autumns flourished with the bright morning.The beech off in the distance, blues and pebble grays and browns galore.
A book in hand, the morning, in perfect light for it. A love story hoped real, I sat on the log. My coffee laying beside me, my book almost concluded.
©rimson
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