There is a sweet ravine
Winding, twisting, tailing, turning
Among the colors I see
The sky blue and the spring green
She vivifies the scene
Swaying, swooning, sweeping, swirling
Among the cool morning breeze
Playing with the gold-red leaves
Something that is curious and lovingly keen-
Scintillating, confusticating, revivifying, comely
It is within and it is without the sheer soul of me
There is a sweet ravine, but it cannot be seen
Photo by Yannes Kiefer on Unsplash
December Rose 
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