I have swept the path of last Summer’s leaves; it’s late April, so prepare the parade. Salute the fallen; sombre Autumn heaves a sigh; recalls the cover of green shade. Now, on my shoulder rests […]

I have swept the path of last Summer’s leaves; it’s late April, so prepare the parade. Salute the fallen; sombre Autumn heaves a sigh; recalls the cover of green shade. Now, on my shoulder rests […]