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Rustle of mists ascend ...

The whisper touches the skin, like a gentle wind,  
the late evening shrinks to the point of contact,    
cutting off a barely audible, restless moan from the lips,    
and outside the window naked thin branches    
stretch into the sky to the frosty twinkling stars -    
autumn under the rustle of mists ascends to the throne ...    
   
Still the heart melts with warmth, passion languishing,    
gently shoulders glow dipped in his hands,    
and no buckles restrictions, obstacles lips ...    
heart breaks at the feet of the defeated bird,    
nerves stretched extremely sweet agony,    
but the soul takes sadness to other shores ...    
   
All worries disappear, worries all melt away,    
there is only you, only me, only the night in front of us,    
and the space embodied in reality, desires ...    
Again, easier than moonlight, palms caress,    
somewhere inside, giving rise to the madness of winds,    
somewhere inside, weaving us into a single pattern ...
Written by KristinaX
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Author's Note
First day of Autumn; I love Autumn... Such a beautiful time of year... My love letter to this beautiful season. The three can also be read individually especially if you find yourself lost in the forest of my mind. :)
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