In autumn leaves patter
Down.
The vane
Frown
And dye their hair
As though ‘twere
Not so.
But the wise know
That leaves must
Turn to dust
And life’s dream shatter.
In autumn leaves patter
Down.
The vane
Frown
And dye their hair
As though ‘twere
Not so.
But the wise know
That leaves must
Turn to dust
And life’s dream shatter.