… how many love stories
can the autumn leafs still tell …
time left standing still,
like crystal shards of memories gone by…
handheld dreams mended naked
by the fireplace’s heart warming gift…
steps of distances broken in jugular veins
of perished ill tainted thoughts…
river side nightingales weeping
on whispering meadows of deaf…
…only your kiss sleeps like
spring time unannounced…
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