I can feel her touch today,
her gentle hand, holding my own.
The soft night breeze,
it was in the autumn we knew
could give us shelter
away from all the blues.
There was an innocence that season,
where not just sweaters kept us warm.
It was more the heat of our love,
our passions, spun together,
holding court in the autumn sky.
What Crosses My Mind 
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