Some Plump Fruit, Fall
August 24, 2024
Not every beautiful thing must be converted to use, to poetry, or post, to morality tale, or medicine. Some swaying, sunlit leaves can simply glimmer, Some sunsets are merely to behold, Some plump fruit, fall.
Not every beautiful thing must be converted to use, to poetry, or post, to morality tale, or medicine. Some swaying, sunlit leaves can simply glimmer, Some sunsets are merely to behold, Some plump fruit, fall.