A hand-painted masterpiece
Beautiful strokes of colors and shades...

Crunching the leaves,
Traveling slowly...

Three birds fly from trees,
Leaves of yellow, orange, red...

There are blue colors,
When you stand by me...

"Why try?" Doubt sighed
"It's possible, unlikely though it...

Eyes gleam in darkness,
A slit of evil emerges...

To escape all problems, with new innovations
To breathe in the air of its fabrication...

I can see you,
Far in the distance...

If life exhibits all it holds
You are living but a dream...

A pale yellow shines from my soul.
A soft ray of light...

Like a selfish irritant
He barks out upon his throat...

The spiders are crawling
up her neck...