things I have been thinking about
Leafs
All those althoughs by all those,
sometimes it's Fall,
and Leafs are dead; not at all beautiful.
Summer's battle with everything chirping is done for now.
It's only the cold of meaning blowing,
and little weary, but I must keep going.
sometimes it's Fall,
and Leafs are dead; not at all beautiful.
Summer's battle with everything chirping is done for now.
It's only the cold of meaning blowing,
and little weary, but I must keep going.
