Through corners of darkness,
In dew those wet lips,
Frigidly, night stars float,
Plentiful, falling leaves roll,
Loved, smiles without a word,
Hesitatingly on her shoulder,
And gently an old leaf lands its kiss.
An autumn that is,
Present on her lips.
Whispered did tired feet,
What does it say,
That gust of silent wind ?
Feeling of one hand,
Fragile, so she's worried,
What if ... it fell, feeling of her, that is ...
When she leans on him.
A gentle smile,
Seen by floating clouds, so shy,
Did they blush ?
And flied away in a late late evening.
Loved, tidy bolide is worn
Does she feel cold ?
...
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