{their beautifully hand-engraved
　　　 weathered book, titled…} 🪶


unfold: 🀢 roses bloom / dwile of july.
these embroideries utters longing. memories of its each knits, unvanished. occurs since the umpteenth time of season changing. foremost sacrosanct; autumn’s effulgence, scrupulously penetrate between maple leaves. both, soul and this overcast season—intertwined likely an everlasting bond, solemn by its coalesce. they erroneously incriminate the season atmosphere, though from here, the liberty emerges and feels alive. thus they judge, it seen by the windshield, the melodrama just begin its forepart. and quintessential.

(scene of 1980) memories ☏: “the reminiscence not even removing the shell still the same, so do the feelings. evermore.” the melancholy, scattered between them. the heart poet, sighs, “life was a willow and it bent right to your wind.” ruptured, the wind tuneful roared but it embrace them warmly. dwellers of autumn ascendancy, beneath the tree, shuffle the songs. the bodies are wilted, lean to each other. dear season, please be ceaselessly reside.