It is over the Sunday morning, where the gentle winds of the earthly park accompany the burst of the sun before they lay inside our skins. Dressed with tones of thick coverings, we stand still beneath the almost parched tree. The remaining red orange-kissed leaves wait for their turns to fall.
Is there a proper way to tell you the story of night and day – how they still glow together even if they are apart? Never crossing the Earth; serenity evokes their lungs through just seeing each other across. They are fine.
I move through actions when my lips cannot speak – I fear the words I will release. I ring my arm around your hip and hold your cheek under my frosted palm.
I kiss your forehead before I feel your crystal tears upon the exposed skin of my neck.
Slowly, I depart from your body without blinking or averting my eyes until a smile slips from your pink lips. The abrupt gust brings the remaining Autumn leaves to rain around you.
You look beautiful in this farewell.
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