The autumn leaves fall, Like memories from the trees, Each one carrying stories Of laughter, love, and loss.
The ground is a quilt of colors, As they dance in the wind, A celebration of the fleeting, In nature’s soft embrace.
- Daniil Kharms
The autumn leaves fall, Like memories from the trees, Each one carrying stories Of laughter, love, and loss.
The ground is a quilt of colors, As they dance in the wind, A celebration of the fleeting, In nature’s soft embrace.