When a leaf falls to the ground different stories are told
For some it's of a short and beautiful season
For some, whose minds are story tellers who are enemies of peace - it's of the end of a life of the leaf
I wake up to a backyard with leaves sheltering the ground ...my lips meet my eyes announcing autumn to the world and my head lays on the pillow , mourning what was, what isn't and what will never be
YOU ARE READING
The Sound Of Sweet Little Nothings
RomanceMy stupid heart serves as untied shoes laces so this is a funny story of how I fell for you
