Autumn Kisses

A red tree kissed a Golden Cloud.

Two hearts bound together with thread.

They strut their love, they strut it proud.

But the year knocked them dead.

 

Trial and pain they went through,

Through thorns and heartache they walked.

Victorious they were not, they fell through.

But their hearts still beated and talked.

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