Words were wet at feet

Greenly grass growing

Undertoe waves waiting for the burgundy sound yellow, gold and blustering hearts. His image rose flowering forth in exuberant silencely he stretched out a leg on the tip of his toes then on his nose he pulled off a shoe to empty his pockets of pragmatic pebbles and a chestnut he chose to retain for the silken skin amidst the Wind which was blowing autumnal Adams passed his ribs Forcing the fruit to fall with the leaves Like a laughing limerick that he kissed last night on the cheek last night Like light dissipated by the clouds and the soft sonorous sound of leaves leaving the trees and dancing like leaves that have left the trees. It wasn't long before he wrapped them in paper, the leaves, the trees, the clouds and the lights