More nonesense

Only dry up leaves blowing in my face

My stride 

head where i want it to be

shifting from particles of dust like bullets 

i must keep my stride...

my style 

feet ready to fly avoiding chatta gosp from dry up leaves 

as the wind blew them pass by.

Now my beautiful art will remain my beautiful art for this i see

with love..... hurdles can be jump 

let the dry up leaves dance like clowns...needing love

from me ...more nonesence?