Photographer: William Smith (Inside a Fallen Leaf)
THROUGH THE LENS OF A FALLEN LEAF ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ oh, if I could drift through autumn’s gold descent— watch roots drink deep, feel frost’s first kiss, know the weight of a single raindrop on paper-thin skin, and blaze one last crimson sigh before settling into earth’s dark hymn.
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