Some thingsCan't be bought or soldLike this treeOf Autumn GoldLike a clockMarking timeOnce a yearThis gold we findThis gold we findIf we take the timeIf not, alasWe miss the sublime
Category: Fall Colors, Horror Story, Scary Story, American Gothic Story Tagged: Autumn, Fall Colors, Lyric, Nature, November, Photography, Poetry
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