“The skies they were ashen and sober; […]
The leaves they were withered and sere;
It was night in the lonesome October
Of my most immemorial year.”
-E.A. Poe
From Ulalume
“Tis the last rose of summer
Left blooming alone;
All her lovely companions
Are faded and gone;
No flower of her kindred,
No rosebud, is nigh,
To reflect back her blushes,
To give sigh for sigh.”
-Thomas Moore
From ‘Tis the Last Rose of Summer
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-Hailey Jane
All photo’s captured on my Canon Rebel T3i