Autumn wears her golden robes
Flecked with red and purple strobes.
She dances in the sun light bold,
And wraps herself against the cold.
She struts along the streets by day,
And smiles at the children's play.
Her blaze of glory passes soon,
Paths with lifeless leaves are strewn.
Her memory gives a warmth of color
To enrich the pensive lonely scholar.
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Hazered of Hearts
Fiction HistoriqueThe Balled of Hazered of Hearts is a story of fate pulling Serena and Lord vaclon into a game of chance that will never be forget. Villains that are Lords and Lords that are gentle man and Lady with true love at heart. what a strange fate comes up...