Tender beating heart
Crumpled leaves in frosty air
We're one and the same
Beauty found in deep autumn
Is quite easily broken
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seasons of my heart
PoetryLove: infinitely personal and consistently imperfect. Life: like the seasons, continues to move on; never stopping and always changing. Hope: the persistent light in the dark.
Forever Fall
Tender beating heart
Crumpled leaves in frosty air
We're one and the same
Beauty found in deep autumn
Is quite easily broken