wooded cloud shadows casting leaves and lost hope from long stalks weave blankets on old roads where I take myself on walks leaves litter gravestones legs moving old bones slow roads like river stones i wind my way through life *
Untitled, original poem #27
Transdimensional Poet 
Very beautiful. It conjures so many of my favorite things. It feels peaceful and autumn-cool.
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Thanks. I was inspired by a friend’s photo collection called “The Dog Walking Chronicles”. I’ll get around to linking to it at some point.
I love how art spreads out through inspiring other artists.
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