Maple
The owner's leaves are orange
Where every time it falls from the tree
Become a beauty in itself for
Anyone who sees it
The leaves are dry or fresh
Able to fill the entire city streets
Until autumn is always missed
For his lovers every time they say goodbye
To go and be replaced by winter
YOU ARE READING
a drop of honey on white paper ✓
Puisi[ poetry collection • complete ] ❝a new story begins with each sheet of paper neatly arranged on the fireplace with a drop of honey on white paper ❞ © 2021 ND | 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗱 • 23 #poetry apr...
