As the last glint of autumn ray touch the branch,
A leaf fall down, gently
On the ground
Joining piles of stupor leaves, long withered
And before it shrivels,
the leaf whisper,
"'Til our next spring comes,
my soul"
Autumn Leaf
Tag: Hope
As the last glint of autumn ray touch the branch,
A leaf fall down, gently
On the ground
Joining piles of stupor leaves, long withered
And before it shrivels,
the leaf whisper,
"'Til our next spring comes,
my soul"
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