Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.
Autumn burned brightly, a running flame through the mountains, a torch flung to the trees.
Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.
Autumn burned brightly, a running flame through the mountains, a torch flung to the trees.