This autumn is special,
It's made of fire and wind,
And we dance together,
Skin to skin.
I memorize
Your presence
And scent in the air,
Your jokes and tenderness
As the autumn drops
Burning leaves on us.
We inhale this freshness
As if it was the first time,
We dance
On a hard pavement
And then eventually fall asleep.
A special autumn
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2022
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