Ending of summer (longer version)
At first, as if he hedges his bets His work is...subtle. His path is hard to trace. Painting, the azure air with grey Sharpening, crystaline night sky Cooling, the ardour of sylvan day Draining, a leafed vein to lie Chasing, the zephyr breeze away But soon, his viral touch will spread And the... Sign in to see full entry.