The sweet songs of birds,
We hand in hand across the lawn,
Pansies white yellow and violet
Tossing their heads in the breeze,
Somewhere the sound of falling leaves,
The sound of squirrel cracking
Calm weather warm sun.
White fluffy clouds forming different shapes,
A passenger flight in the blue sky,
Sun born in the horizon and
about to die in the horizon.
Both our heartbeats echo inside of chest,
Shutting and opening of our lips.
Your unkempt hair flying backwards,
Yellowish west sky.
Heart shaped fig leaf’s shadow,
Pale maple leaves.
If I could stop this world from spinning,
I would do so,
Just to be with you,
In this autumn evening.
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