The last leaves who have withstood all hardship now gently fall, joining their fellow leaves, arm in arm, composing a soft brown rug along the ground. In the morning chill a few birds still chirping, ...
The last leaves who have withstood all hardship now gently fall, joining their fellow leaves, arm in arm, composing a soft brown rug along the ground. In the morning chill a few birds still chirping, ...