I ran through your brittle leaves
and looked at the angel trails
in the mourning sky
Why do you burn these leaves
and not scatter them
as the season’s gift to me?
After Autumn Leaves by J E Millais
I ran through your brittle leaves
and looked at the angel trails
in the mourning sky
Why do you burn these leaves
and not scatter them
as the season’s gift to me?
After Autumn Leaves by J E Millais