lost in the middle of October,
perfectly engraved
through an autumnal shroud.
"Come with me" -I said -
"roses' scent sweetly
mells with yours,
a mellow fragrance".
Emerald dreams floating,
grass was calling us:
"Lie down there, lovers
I'll keep your secret safe."
"Tell me what I should do"
- whispering to you -
"when your body is undress,
i'm jealous of the air too."
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