Whispers of

Hearing the crackling sound of the twigs underfoot.  
Wet leaves dance under feet stepping ground.  
A smell of timidness whispers in nostril. The essence tickling the hairs in nose.  
Spiders web embellishes face,rough tree barks grazes with kisses of cheeks,almost tasting the soil of earthly air with fear,touches the air succinctly.  
 
Dead red,deep brown,violet leaves underground, picked up with wet hands.  
 
Eyes shining like a new diamond,placed on finger,freshly stale,damp wet scent,on the breeze of hectic wind,mild mint,engaged link, shuffling feet,can be heard. Can be heard.  
 
Dance of bodily excitement,can be found.  
 Through all senses. Carry a load of discernment.  
The real nature of the world.  
Mother earth.  
Whispers of.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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