Autumn poem

Author; Stefan Maxima

A room full of whispers,
Fingers long restless,
warm, sweetly asleep in your hair.
Butterflies restless in my stomach tell their story,
turning me tender,
I close the eternal circle with a deep kiss on your lips.
Parallel worlds do not exist there are those
traces in time that carry the scent of us.
I love you

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