The color is new outside.
Light with a breeze.
A fresh adaptation from the old.
A different variation.
Curious how how all has changed
To something unseen before.
The trees. Bushes even the lawn
Have mellowed into color not previously exposed.
poetry - jack sender - all of my life
The color is new outside.
Light with a breeze.
A fresh adaptation from the old.
A different variation.
Curious how how all has changed
To something unseen before.
The trees. Bushes even the lawn
Have mellowed into color not previously exposed.
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