Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab (BPAL) Halloween Limited Edition Perfume Oil (Limited)
Faded the clover now ; — sere and withered the grasses:
What dreams the matsumushi in the desolate autumn-fields?
Strangely sad, I thought, sounded the bell of evening; —
Haply that tone proclaimed the night in which autumn dies!
Viewing this autumn-moon, I dream of my native village
Under the same soft light, — and the shadows about thy home.
Dry grasses bathed in amber light, muted by gentle shadows.
Comments