BrainBulb

Once upon an Autumn in Paris,

I dream as ever always there is.

Of autumns whispering brisk airs,

Upon newer spring’s divine heirs.

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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.

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And though time winds winds that chill,

Scar marks fade as you fill,

My heart once again.

Past all that happens now and then.