Poems from browneyedbabycheeks
The grass is no longer green,
The sky is always gray,
Of leaves, the trees are completely clean,
These long fall days.
But even though...
The grass is no longer green,
The sky is always gray,
Of leaves, the trees are completely clean,
These long fall days.
But even though...
The grass is no longer green,
The sky is always gray,
Of leaves, the trees are completely clean,
These long fall days.
But even though...