Wednesday, 7 November 2018

I love driving to New York in the fall.


The rustle of my tires on fallen leaves are like songs of the time past.
The leaves in the air dance with me as I drive through. They tell me secrets of the land far away, a life gone by.
The yellow of these leaves shimmer in my eyes and then they kiss me to put a spell on me.
These leaves make me love them. And they make me wait every year for one more kiss.
 
 

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