Curtains are drawn, the days shorten.
Outside;
the leaves fall,
it's autumn.
Soon I will descend,
nearer to the end.
In the ground, I will be forgotten.
Jul 5, 2017
Jul 5, 2017 at 7:41 PM UTC
Curtains are drawn, the days shorten.
Outside;
the leaves fall,
it's autumn.
Soon I will descend,
nearer to the end.
In the ground, I will be forgotten.
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