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If it is any single one of them either the breaze or the colored leaves or the lights shadowed by the darkness I would not fall in love with this autumn

If it is any single sense either your fragrance or the elegant contour of your nose or the voice, mildly with charm I would not write this poem

But it is all it is all the concert of colors, dancing with the wind, in such a deep fall in such a rainy night, with gentle drops

It is the whole Your right hand, with the black umbrella, firm You stand at the entrance to the library, with hidden pride You memorize every detail I mentioned, quietly

It is all in this autumn that captures me with silent power weaving a seamless net leaving me walking to and fro on the left, it is hesitation on the right, it is wordless desperation asylum or abyss which stop should I decide

Have you ever tried to measure the distance using each inch of your heart have you ever tried riding the wave in your chest

I sit at the place 0.625 meters away from you with a glimpse of your shining eyes reflective of the rich inside

your smell dyes the air between us aquamarine your words of reasoning opal your shyness hides your coldness, your smile reveals the pride within

I lost my original direction in the forest your planted guarded with endless fog But I hear the sound of the stream through the maze you set up

Now approaching means indulging