The first golden leafTouches the ground.
The gods of autumn
Are marked with rust.
The sky turns copper and
Trees howl in loneliness.
The mist starts its journey.
Let there be August.
1 year ago
Saturday, February 16, 2008
August
The first golden leafTouches the ground.
The gods of autumn
Are marked with rust.
The sky turns copper and
Trees howl in loneliness.
The mist starts its journey.
Let there be August.
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