“Rotten vine,Bird’s hiding behind,, we call it a day
Tiny bridge, flowing brook, and cottages,
Acient road, bleak wink, bony steed.
The sun sinking west,
A drifter wandering at the sky’s edge——— from”Autumn Thought"

back in action collab with my awesome buddy =saltyshadow

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