Loralei Mitzi Bauto
You and me collide By: Leigh Olarte
Loralei Mitzi Bauto
Brushing calm shadows into pastel hills. A rhythm paints terrain a sugary brown. Flicks of green create fauliage serene. The clean tasteless air is cotton soft. A effortless stream runs cobalt clear. Where salmon gymnastics begin each year. Squirrels practice dance routines a glamorous red. The dormice dressed and ready for bed.
Loralei Mitzi Bauto