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depictions by the rule of thirds; descriptions mostly freestyle words
Tag: red
Autumn leaves me speechless
Just as classic paintings caught the public eye pasted as sickly décor for gift box lids Autumn is in danger of the cliché like seasoned blackberry pickers, dead poets have already had the choicest words to cherish this most august off-summer spectacle whilst lyricists in Oriental enigma code condense with stricture of… Continue Reading “Autumn leaves me speechless”
Seeing red
lit with hues of flame and amber the Fall ignites pyrexic fervour stags staccato hormone rush scorch the burning spindle bush charge on hot and smoky breath the challenge even unto death horn on horn October’s clamour scars the grass with hoof and antler stamping, tilting tournament crashes through the firmament belly deep the ireful rut thrust and… Continue Reading “Seeing red”
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