a well in time eve


Wandering wind
in search of leaves, 
This Valentine's eve. 
A soft touch, they fall. 
'Lovers' as they call. 

Wondering I 
Start to believe. 
This well in time eve, 
I may fall with the breeze 
And maybe fall with ease. 

Flattering myself, 
I must leave. 
This frozen time eve
Will melt the sun in a few. 
I witness in solitude. 

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