Autumn. Red. Orange.
Fire upon Life was upon
... dawn to death
Hope destroy Autumn swirl whirlwind cutting winds ..
Storms burnt my soul,
Fire smoke burnt my eyes..
Autumn winds..
My love..
Are you..
And after you is Winter Death;
And yet, the night breeze, I sensed, it became a hurricane in the morning, my dream, in it as though truth itself, is to know that night breeze, as though in romance- to romance the mystery of the hidden truth. For I love the night breeze, which so few yet can sense.
Autumn winds..
My love..
Are you..
And after you is Winter Death;
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