Fallen leaves from the maple tree slowly consumed
like a melody, into meticulous scales scattered on soft earth.
Blushing petals floating whirling dancing twisting in welkin,
delicately weaving heaven.
What is bound by faded rose gold are memories sealed
in the arms of wood;
What mesmerises from underneath that silken surface
pliably embraces the tree－
in soft compliance, nibbling ancient bark.
Paradise, featherlight, touches his earth,
gazing upon the heaviness of her kiss standing lifted
by branches of ethereality.
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