then the autumn tied the poetto the falling leaf.get word to the treesto shower some colorsonto the frozen ground.and his songs will no longerspeak of separation. but smiles and letting go. - P. S. Aislinn
then the autumn tied the poetto the falling leaf.get word to the treesto shower some colorsonto the frozen ground.and his songs will no longerspeak of separation. but smiles and letting go.
- P. S. Aislinn