Leaves changing color
It’s their near end.
Each fall designing
their death
With pure elegance.
Autumn knows
to shed skin.
The time of the year
Is here
to forget the
“could have-been’s”.
Leaves changing color
It’s their near end.
Each fall designing
their death
With pure elegance.
Autumn knows
to shed skin.
The time of the year
Is here
to forget the
“could have-been’s”.