Falling
Your love is an endless mist
falling softly upon my shoulders.
The first taste of Fall
drenching my clothes
frizzing my hair.
I welcome it
standing exposed
feeling cleansed
born anew.
We run for cover
beneath our coats
our laughter drugging.
Dance in dizzing circles,
stomp through puddles,
soak our socks.
An unexpected kiss,
sets hearts aflame.
The rivers flood,
our souls carried with it.
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