Talk me
gently into the tomorrow of your dreams,
And we shall dance
away all our long lived pasts,
Pirouetting, blood-red
petals paving our new way,
Enmeshed in icy
autumnal raindrop´s soft caresses,
Sweetly we´ll
be serenaded by whispering breezes,
While you hold
my hand in our new found schemes.
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