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November 13, 2015April 11, 2017

These tears freely fall
Like leaves on an autumn breeze
How fragile we are
With uncertain tomorrows
Paris Mon Coeur tend la main.

Posted in: Poetry | Tagged: autumn, broken heart, grief, love

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