When the autumn wind and fallen leaves are no longer far away, When youth is past, When the road of life is full of fatigue,
By Nell L Burch3 years ago in Poets
Memories in the lane Early in the morning, the ancient town fell a drizzle, misty rain covered can not tell whether it is rain or morning fog, at the foot of the SLATE road was nourished by rain tanned.
By Nell L Burch3 years ago in Earth
