Olga Iris

(Staten Island, New York)

Violet Infinity

A summers end, a fallen breeze, without much warning rustling trees
begin a mastered weave as breathtaking colours masterfully blend
before their death, brilliantly expressing natural, mystical beauty,
as spindled riddles exhale everlasting impressionable bows
to face the bitter blast of winters savage slap
Have you ever felt the bizarre combination of falls warm, cold breeze,
whispering through naked branches once covered by leaves,
exploring secrets of unborn, inconceivable seeds

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