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
Greetings,
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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