Dance d’automne
Snapping into a kiss-tasted grape,
And I fall to sunshine-yellow leaves
My skirt’s blossompetal glide
Mellow hawthorns’ laugh
Your shoes’ chestnut tats
Your eyes’ cloudless glare
Mesmerize me
Hypnotize me
Scarlett leaves’ flake
Your voice’s velvety moss
As you’re alluring me with words’
Lightsome, slightly, fluent festoons
You’re cleping me with your smile
Tasting like delicious red wine
Two linden-tree branches bend
My hand slicks into your hand
My skirt like a falling leaf flutters silky in the air,
In the bright sunny autumn we commence to dance.
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