ah poetry and oh my aching soul
It's early October, the leaves have turned, and died beautifully. The death of the winter, cold and harsh but for now the sun stays to bring warmth to our hearts.
By Katherine Westchester7 years ago in Poets
I'm not at home, and I think I'm homesick, but would you rather be at your boring house or by the sea? I think it's because you're not here.