Stylishly walking down lanes, capturing the essence of
nature's life on byways of mysterious consequences.
Enlivening bursts of energy fall from branches of trees,
saturating the ground with their life-giving essences.
Futuristic beauty sits in waiting as time marches past
on skateboards of eternity.
Squelching insignificant motives on canvases of
yesterday, placing instead, treasures for tomorrow's
museum.
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