Slow-paced, but our blood flows fast and red.
Red like the summer leaves which are now pronounced dead.
Our first fall together, our first walk together.
Noticing how earth tones become so warm
Descending like snow before a storm.
All around us, those warm leaves repel to the ground.
Covering up all that is dirty brown.
The path we create reveal our body language
Carefree, flirtatious, and far away from anguish.
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