Wednesday, September 4, 2019

Unfamiliar view


Unfamiliar view 

The trees smell like an old page from a book ,
Transporting from one world to another let’s take a look,
It’s colors blend from a different world ,
As the time portal changes and swirls ,

Is like looking through a new glass,
It’s like a dream from the past,
Traveling from a destination to the next one,
When the images flow and done. 

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