The falling leaves of magenta A cynosure of autumn's splendor As if in an amphitheater for love And poetry from the bard The acorns snowed in choreography As a shadow of Shakespeare watched As if his words crafted the scene And the fresco gave its awe We kissed on the stepping stones Of life's encore, opening my eyes Opening my eyes in winter's green And satin shades of tea As the
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