On the street corner

Writen by © Maxima

Rustling leaves underfoot,
Long walks through the streets;
Beneath the golden foliage
Your gentle hand in mine.
Some vendors under a fragrant chestnut
On the street corner
Kings hidden behind clouds of fragrant smoke.
I love you in autumn.
And you, my dear.
You stare dreamily into the windows.
Of shoe stores.
You are as gorgeous as this autumn
What we gently hug
And our golden hands hold one another.
I love you.

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Author: Maxima

Maxima is a pseudonym I've been using to authenticate my work. I’m a writer, poet, literary critic, and author of several booksIn addition , poetry as a basic form of literary creation ,writes short stories , aphorisms , literary criticism . ( Don't Let Tears Kiss My Face )( Between Shadows ) Poems written by Maxima have been translated into: English, French and Spanish As hobbies, I have a passion for photography and creating meaningful videos. In this site you will likewise see showcase my video creativity. Thank you for dropping by! Feel free to follow; feel free to comeback! With love Maxima

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