I bask in the
Last of summer suns
Strolling down the street.
I imagine how
The green leaves will brown
As the changing winds will soon
Carry them away.
I breath in
The moist cooling air.
And smile at the
Scent of God.
Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 4:56 PM UTC
I bask in the
Last of summer suns
Strolling down the street.
I imagine how
The green leaves will brown
As the changing winds will soon
Carry them away.
I breath in
The moist cooling air.
And smile at the
Scent of God.
