Golden leaves whisper,
your hand warms mine through the chill,
hearts drift close, like dusk.
Sweet nothings whispered,
as the sweet autumn air sways by.
underneath the amber sky,
Leaves falling from so high.
more whispers from a breeze so bright.
Each leaf speaking of bliss,
some highs of haze,
masked in shades of rust.
if only Sweet nothings could last forever.
in this sweet autumn weather
Apr 12
Apr 12, 2026 at 7:17 PM UTC
Golden leaves whisper,
your hand warms mine through the chill,
hearts drift close, like dusk.
Sweet nothings whispered,
as the sweet autumn air sways by.
underneath the amber sky,
Leaves falling from so high.
more whispers from a breeze so bright.
Each leaf speaking of bliss,
some highs of haze,
masked in shades of rust.
if only Sweet nothings could last forever.
in this sweet autumn weather