The golden leaves a slowly falling,
Can you feel the chill in the breeze?
Autumn is a calling,
Summer is giving.
The sky is clear,
The full moon shines through,
In the cold autumn night,
I stared into your eyes.
Out in the cold balcony,
Our hands entwined,
I whispered you,
Would you be mine?
posted by KT at 11:05 pm
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