Waves of wind took the clusters of leaves, Mine were the ones that remained with me.
Some of them left the clench of mine, Those which not remind me of a time.
Time was of you and of me together, Always wanted to blossom and never to shatter.
Aesthetic is the beauty of moments that were spent, Rustling of these leaves remind me of them.
Autumn have come but I hold onto you, On the edges of my branches I still find you.
Breezy winds of blossom have not touched me, Shackles of the rustling love do not leave me.
Scores of night have come and gone, Dream I dream is still of yours.
Rains have struggled to cleanse your scent, Fragrance of which I still can smell.
Waves of wind took the clusters of leaves, Mine were the ones that remained with me.
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