I came across a soul who moved me
like leaves in whirling winds,
Took me to a place ethereal
on rainbows with no bend.
On heightened hopes desire rose
like sun at morning's wake,
And in this heart that once beat true
was love, lust couldn't fake.
For then ambered leaves did fall
like rain from stormy skies,
To cover and consume a love
as summer slowly died.
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