When I think of leaves, I imagine the rustling
Of forest trees, full of the joy of birds
That fly from branch to branch and sing
Their songs amidst the whispering green world.
#poetry #poem #illustration #art #artstr #artonnostr

When I think of leaves, I imagine the rustling
Of forest trees, full of the joy of birds
That fly from branch to branch and sing
Their songs amidst the whispering green world.
#poetry #poem #illustration #art #artstr #artonnostr

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