Unhurried, loose, easy
Meandering, forlorn pathway
Nightfall, greatness
Scenes, unfurl in obsess
Strolling byway, late day sounds
Dazzling splendors surround
Among squeaking treetops crowned
Seeing falling leaves, flicking
Glimmering mist, crickets ticking
With heavy steps, leisurely, plodding
© daniel miltz
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