All those leaves
‘ caught unto chorus.
Their colors
‘ settle from above.
Sifting through,
‘ cracks within my hands
What remains
‘ string together from
What those hands
‘ could grasp as they fell.
Home of the Humble Rebellion
All those leaves
‘ caught unto chorus.
Their colors
‘ settle from above.
Sifting through,
‘ cracks within my hands
What remains
‘ string together from
What those hands
‘ could grasp as they fell.