Crimson leaves were being
Shy, soon would die falling
For you.
I was so sure
You were somewhere between
Yellowish grass, gloomy clouds
Old traffic lights, Rusty road signs
The wind smelled
The scent of autumn,
Brought you from the sky
Upstairs, waving
And me, smiling
Oct 19, 2017
Oct 19, 2017 at 3:10 PM UTC
Crimson leaves were being
Shy, soon would die falling
For you.
I was so sure
You were somewhere between
Yellowish grass, gloomy clouds
Old traffic lights, Rusty road signs
The wind smelled
The scent of autumn,
Brought you from the sky
Upstairs, waving
And me, smiling
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