Autumn Romance

October 25, 2007
Leaves fall down
Grazing the face of the world
Gently flowing water
Trickles down a brook.
The breath of fall
Isn’t the only thing that
Sends shivers down her spine
Cheeks glistening
From rays of sun above,
And the boy
Who holds her heart,
In the nervous

Sweaty palms,
Of his hands.

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