"I’m an Indian Boy dancing with the autumn; the rainbow of summer falls into the leaves of autumn and a river runs through it. Can you hear the war canoes wafted away by the cool of autumn, and mosquitoes taking flight into a harbor of season, an arbor of time and mime?"
PetersonNovember 20, 2021 at 6:04 PM
ReplyDelete"I’m an Indian Boy dancing with the autumn; the rainbow of summer falls into the leaves of autumn and a river runs through it. Can you hear the war canoes wafted away by the cool of autumn, and mosquitoes taking flight into a harbor of season, an arbor of time and mime?"