Why?
I love autumn
Leaves covered
All sinners
Stripped liars
Covered by the shade of an early sunset
I should not?
in the shadow of forty hall
in the shade of an old tree
thoughts run smoothly
the platonic soul opens spaces
and the wind with the ocean breeze
strokes the air tenderly
the sluggish sun treads on the waves of the stream
time collects the harvest of passing by seconds
