The leaves fall, rusted orange, upon the grass. My thoughts drift with the breeze as I fade into a daydream...
The Mississippi tunes play their blues, the mango *** tastes sweet, the rhythms enthuse, but eventually the apple must fall.
Oct 15, 2018
Oct 15, 2018 at 12:10 PM UTC
The leaves fall, rusted orange, upon the grass. My thoughts drift with the breeze as I fade into a daydream...
The Mississippi tunes play their blues, the mango *** tastes sweet, the rhythms enthuse, but eventually the apple must fall.
