Now is Autumn; I can see it by all the nature, and the sky, darker than the summer one. Now I can’t dry my hair in the sun and I close the windows during the night. When I wake up I feel a cold wind; the warm bed is my only protection.
Now is Autumn
My golden leaves
That leaves are not seen by anyone but me. That leaves are my golden leaves.No comments yet »
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