29 September 2012
A crimson leaf falls from its frame
It swirls in motion with the wind's game
It touches ground
A sweet crimple sound
I step on its structure
It crinkles with laughter
Autumn is my season
A season for ever-after.
Autumn • Opuss № I
29 September 2012
A crimson leaf falls from its frame
It swirls in motion with the wind's game
It touches ground
A sweet crimple sound
I step on its structure
It crinkles with laughter
Autumn is my season
A season for ever-after.
Autumn • Opuss № I