Eternal Autumn

Weightless movements
while holding hands
in the midst of levitated
yellow, red and orange leaves.

My very own candle
dancing with me
beneath the eternal sunset,
holding onto my chest
for warmth,
soothing my soul
with her lips.

But come winter
and the leaves
had to crumble,
I allowed my candle
to vanish;
I always held the flame
but not the heart.

Now I lie here,
a shredded sadness
in my soul,
eternal autumn
in my heart.

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