Below the rusted park bench, there was a shimmering hue. I bent down with a trembling hunch, searching for a clueless clue . In the corner of the sprinkled grass, I found an yellow leaf . Its texture was as bland as brass , it look withered , gripped in terrible grief .
The Withered Yellow Leaf
The Withered Yellow Leaf
The Withered Yellow Leaf
Below the rusted park bench, there was a shimmering hue. I bent down with a trembling hunch, searching for a clueless clue . In the corner of the sprinkled grass, I found an yellow leaf . Its texture was as bland as brass , it look withered , gripped in terrible grief .