Autumnal Classics
Fresh leaves fall gently on the ground
without making a sound
Piano keys softly caress
warmed by sunlight gest
Brushing my senses on this delicate afternoon
she plays on, as time just croons
I notice she has pinned her hair up just so
a touch of mascara
a light scented oil of " Je ne sais quoi "
a touch of blush real or not ?
Refreshments are served Victorian style
alongside persimmon leaves
and tangerine kisses for me
Inside this great big elegant room
of beauty and romance,
I know she is hoping for at least,
...a dance.
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