Autumn lives forever
in the old childhood memories
that crackle like dry leaves
on a campfire in the middle of nowhere
All the loves, joys and sorrows
were engraved on our skin
like the furrows opened under a splendid sun
How much love fits in a lonely tear ?
how much love fits in an infinite rose ?
Tell me if that is not enough to touch your heart
Oct 15, 2022
Oct 15, 2022 at 10:28 AM UTC
Autumn lives forever
in the old childhood memories
that crackle like dry leaves
on a campfire in the middle of nowhere
All the loves, joys and sorrows
were engraved on our skin
like the furrows opened under a splendid sun
How much love fits in a lonely tear ?
how much love fits in an infinite rose ?
Tell me if that is not enough to touch your heart
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