The wind was changing again
I had walked towards her,
Sitting, in jeans and T-shirt
Unaware
Of the trees adorned in fall's colors
And the distance away from her........
I stopped short
I could already see her face
The beauty within prominent features
I looked around.
Time had raced on, abandoning things
Iron grey and rusty
Old statues standing in empty water fountains, , , , , , , ,
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