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turning leaf
The flush of youth, a flash of Spring, our hearts began to play,
In innocence, we teased and danced through ever deeper days.
The season changed, it felt the need, a shift in our desire,
Our buds of play, morphed, evolved, the heat was turned up higher.
Enter Lady Summer, with pleasure on your mind,
Delighting in this youthful love, you chanced upon to find.
Your smile consumes our bodies, enraptured we are born,
We blossom into adulthood, nourished by your form.
Play and pleasure mix and grow, heavy on the vine,
The turning leaves of Autumn, the promise of good wine.
Falling, Falling. Uncontrolled. The winds of pain arrive,
We look back through our teary eyes, for Summer didn't survive.
The storm is unforgiving, lashing bitter chains,
Winter sours our promised wine, battered in the rains.
Cold fingers claw our bodies, forcing us apart,
So faded is the memory, of our playful, youthful start.
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