Autumn walks
crisp burnt flakes
fallen softly to the ground
a painted path of golden reds
we walk heavily
our feet dragged through the cold
huddled thick
wrapped up bundles, we waddle along
the darkening sky is no worry
the lights flicker on
just another colour
standing close but never touching
we smile
our frosty breaths
slip through our lips
tracing mortal silk patterns
that we never seem to remember.
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