By: Amber Box The Littles scatter like fallen leaves Freeze dried, blowing across an autumn wind The sweet smell of late honeysuckle Sits on the tongue as if you could taste it The warm sun laced with the cool breath…
By: Amber Box The Littles scatter like fallen leaves Freeze dried, blowing across an autumn wind The sweet smell of late honeysuckle Sits on the tongue as if you could taste it The warm sun laced with the cool breath…