In autumn, high arrows, renewed oblivion, fall from the popular.
Feet plunge into the pure blankets.
The aroused leaves coldness
is a dense fountain of gold.
A spiny splendor sets the dry
candelabras of bristling statues near the sky.
And, the yellow cougar scent a live of droplet
between its claws.
Feet plunge into the pure blankets.
The aroused leaves coldness
is a dense fountain of gold.
A spiny splendor sets the dry
candelabras of bristling statues near the sky.
And, the yellow cougar scent a live of droplet
between its claws.
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