There within the woods as the mist began to fall
came the whisper of silence
from the tree tops parrasol...
It was a crisping leaf, dried up in the autumn's sun
and just then I had the thought
that winter is next to come.
There within the woods as the mist began to fall came the whisper of silence from the tree tops parrasol... It was a crisping leaf, dried up in the autumn's sun and just then I had the thought that winter is next to come. In a listA contest entry
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