The afternoon has made its way
Across the fields of autumn;
For every sin, a reason now:
But you should know —
You’ve got ’em
To share is human:
The Afternoon Has Made Its Way
"Thoughts that breathe, and words that burn."
The afternoon has made its way
Across the fields of autumn;
For every sin, a reason now:
But you should know —
You’ve got ’em
