Maple Red Again
Bus sped down the hill
Miles of endless fields
Yellow brown and green hues
Freeze
On the aperture of my insomniac soul
Wind tosses around
Flying leaves form
I see maple red again
On this day of blue autumn rain
Dexterous as an artist
Whoever painted the lake
It is the most divine work
Unveiling my deepest thought
Written by JerSki BjorkSen
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