there is something magical about fall evenings.
like old photographs in sepia.
a soft fading of the images
like cushioning times blows
the skies peep silver
behind mountains of grey
and across them, the trees
spread cobwebs which glint
and wink with drops of rain
there is something defiant about fall evenings.
as the day looks its fate in the face
like old photographs in sepia.
a soft fading of the images
like cushioning times blows
the skies peep silver
behind mountains of grey
and across them, the trees
spread cobwebs which glint
and wink with drops of rain
there is something defiant about fall evenings.
as the day looks its fate in the face
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