Fall, the season of my childhood,
The season of red and orange
Where time stands still
Waiting for me to finish
The endless doodle of an oak,
This small attempt at a poem explains the fall day I decided I wanted to learn how to draw. From that day on I see fall as my inspiration weather and colors.
The season of red and orange
Where time stands still
Waiting for me to finish
The endless doodle of an oak,
This small attempt at a poem explains the fall day I decided I wanted to learn how to draw. From that day on I see fall as my inspiration weather and colors.
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