Hues of the Season
Often, worries creep up the walls of the heart, like vines and creepers, winding around the soul. Each vine bears your name, deeply etched into the heart of time, making you unable to forget it, once the connection is made, such deep affection arises.
A gentle breeze through the dust, reaching straight to the core of the heart. Certain thoughts, uninvited, yet warmed by the autumn haze.
How many encounters in life, how many near misses, that can enter the heart and soul, a moment of deep connection. I wish to cherish and never forget it.
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