Another revolution wound
no elegant solution found
a vibrant blush adorns the face
of mountains whose majestic grace
surround this valley tucked away
from sterile steel so stony gray
that dominates the leveled loam
beyond this heaven I call home
where incandescent autumn rays
remediate my grim malaise
and soaring vistas abrogate
myopic modes that inundate.
Are You Reading Me?
Sheer music, my friend. You paint the picture without having to use one!
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