That painting of an autumn morn
Where we were blown away borne
By the breeze of a day, I think we outdid,
You meditated upon the swirling waves
And I looked quiet sun grazing a street,
You told upon the season, by your truth,
I humbled by the silent song colored
All our times with ballads of country love,
You opened your palm to catch the nascent dreams
I enveloped my heart into the folds of clouds
And together we made the day panoramic,
That painting of an autumn morn
Where we were blown away borne
By the breeze of a day, I think we outdid.
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