In autumn’s embrace, leaves fall like memories, a tapestry of color, a swirling dance, each rustle a goodbye, a season of reflection. I walk this path, a bittersweet symphony, a cycle complete, a promise of rest.
- Dora Male
In autumn’s embrace, leaves fall like memories, a tapestry of color, a swirling dance, each rustle a goodbye, a season of reflection. I walk this path, a bittersweet symphony, a cycle complete, a promise of rest.