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Autumn

In flames, in autumns set on fire,
my heart burns sometimes,
pure and alone. The wind awakens it,
touches its center and suspends it
in a light that smiles for no one:
so much beauty is set free!
 
I look for some hands,
a presence, a body,
that which tears down walls
and gives life to inebriated forms,
a touch, a song, a twirl, barely a wing