Saturday, September 19, 2015

Once Upon A Summer Castle


Now that summer is about to close, beckoning leaves to fall in crisp Autumn crush
Now that the language of trees has hushed, and sleeping sap begins to nod, blinking farewell into it's glorious burst of gold and crimson, waving her leaves to say,
"Once upon a summer castle, we wandered free but now for caramel, cinnamon and cups of tea."



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