autumn dusk
the sudden desire
to hug every leaf
empty mailbox
the weight of clouds
in the winter sky
falling icicles the first song of spring
scorching summer
too much sky in the place
of cut trees
autumn dusk
the sudden desire
to hug every leaf
empty mailbox
the weight of clouds
in the winter sky
falling icicles the first song of spring
scorching summer
too much sky in the place
of cut trees