Autumn’s Momentary Rule — KavaraStories

For the first time I saw purple in the grass I craned my neck from under the brim of my hat And saw the barren tree, Halfhearted twigs and some desiccated leaves. Summer has passed, autumn breathes The first chill in the air rustles sun sodden leaves And oxygen crisps the air in between With […]

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