First days of autumn
Cascading tranquility
Love stands at its peak
You're the whistling wind
My heart flies along smoothly
Like a chipped red leaf
Winter approaches
Daggers in its icy hand
To stint our love's growth
Thankfully, for us
We see no signs of frost bite
Ignorance is bliss.
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