Have you ever seen autumn in a person?
where the breeze of wind sweeps the land
as her voice make hearts pound
so as the golden brown color of leaves
reflects the complexion she has
between the uneven summer and winter
her eyes told asymmetrical story
as hot she was in conventional terms
and cold as her voice soothes the mind
the season I would never get tired of
it was not too much or too little of
her voice is something I won't get tired of
as melody my heart pumps on repeat
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