A Fairest Autumn
In tremulous dusk, where frail heliotropes sigh toward oblivion’s gate,
I beheld the season’s umber requiem—vast, ineffable, and oppressively ornate.
A Fairest Autumn
In tremulous dusk, where frail heliotropes sigh toward oblivion’s gate,
I beheld the season’s umber requiem—vast, ineffable, and oppressively ornate.