Autumn leaves fall like secrets, painted in warm hues of amber. They drift to the ground in silence, softening the path for wandering souls, who seek the embrace of melancholy, and the comfort of fading light.
- Halina Poświatowska
Autumn leaves fall like secrets, painted in warm hues of amber. They drift to the ground in silence, softening the path for wandering souls, who seek the embrace of melancholy, and the comfort of fading light.