Once Upon an Autumn

Once upon an Autumn in Paris,

I dream as ever always there is.

Of autumns whispering brisk airs,

Upon newer spring’s divine heirs.


Your hair gently blows like the leaves,

Orange and brown amongst the breeze.

As I catch a glimpse of your smile,

Slipping through your hands, but staying for awhile.


And though time winds winds that chill,

Scar marks fade as you fill,

My heart once again.

Past all that happens now and then.

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