You were delicate hues
Of golds, scarlets, browns.
You fell through the air
Tracing the steps of winding stairs.
You danced through the
Streams of sunlight,
As I sat in the shapes
You cut out of darkness.
I breathed in, you breathed out
The trees laid bare
And below was covered
With the fallen signs of lovers.
Falling again, this time colder
All white, only white,
To settle over what was left,
And soon all was covered.
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