Leaves fall into dark soil like heavenly desires unfulfilled. Bare branches reach for the softening light, exposed in austere form. Bruised gatherings of clouds press in as the autumnal release yields. Every withered blossom accepts its place.
Leaves fall into dark soil like heavenly desires unfulfilled. Bare branches reach for the softening light, exposed in austere form. Bruised gatherings of clouds press in as the autumnal release yields. Every withered blossom accepts its place.