When trees begin to put on orange and red, I'll paint my longing for you on a maple leaf, hand it to the air, and wish a gentle breeze blow it into your dream!
Updated 08-09-2010 at 02:32 AM by angliholic
Pretty.
Originally Posted by Virgil Pretty. Thanks, Virgil. This morning, it was raining hard. I could sense the cool autumn in the air. I've been missing a classmate in college recently, and tried to turn the longing into a piece. At dawn, my muse struck me and I jotted it right down! It's a pity that it's sparse!
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