Poem

Perhaps love, spring in autumn days
A dim smoke or a feeble haze
An open heart to open arms
Passion lingers with no alarms

Sun arouse with infinite rays
Perhaps love, spring in autumn days
A moon to guide you at nighttime
And I promise, your life will rhyme

Calendars have endless numbers
Lives that are bereft of slumber
Perhaps love, spring in autumn days
Still a confusion with its maze

Butterflies flutter to reach you
Cling to forlorn hopes to renew
Fearless, spread senses to their ways
Perhaps love, spring in autumn days

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