19h
. Leaves have taken
on the hue of my
brush just now,
kissed by autumn.
Neither hide nor hair
can be seen of me,
nor will I woof, but,
I can't withhold a wag.
on the hue of my
brush just now,
kissed by autumn.
Neither hide nor hair
can be seen of me,
nor will I woof, but,
I can't withhold a wag.
