She would on those autumn days

smile with eyes that could shine,

enough to shadow her tears,

oh those pretty autumn days.

I used to weep occasionally,

knowing how beautiful,

how spectacular

moments would be in her arms.

Time did accumulate,

our hopes and desires,

became a waning passion,

a loss of serendipity.

I wait now in curiosity

will ever we somehow

dream again her smile.

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