Autumn leaves wilt and fly
Spring flowers fade and bow
High mountains cleave and cry
Violent waves hit the prow
Thunder becomes a curse
Lightning stabs the ground
Grey clouds forcibly disperse
The sun hides and frown
Your mess won't win this race
I dare you not to come
My fear liberates without trace
This soul will not succumb
- Subject Matter: Abstract Expressionism
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