Poem #62

The wind is carrying the leaves and
their rustle sounds like the sound you
would make when I would gently kiss
your back and wrap myself around you
under the blanket early in the morning.

Autumn is bringing back memories,
evoking some old sounds and feelings.
It reminds me of our love which fell to
the ground like leaves we stepped on with
our stupid prides.

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