“A withered maple leaf has left its branch and is falling to the ground”
its movements resemble those of a butterfly in flight. Isn't it strange? The saddest and deadest of things is yet so like the gayest and most vital of creatures?“A withered maple leaf has left its branch and is falling to the ground”
its movements resemble those of a butterfly in flight. Isn't it strange? The saddest and deadest of things is yet so like the gayest and most vital of creatures?