The wind is blowing a bit colder these days,
the trees are bare,
and a scarf is a constant around my neck.
My figers are cold as I move this scented pen across the paper,
and my feet are chilly as they hang loosely below the bench.
Though inside me,
I can't help but smile,
as the beautiful city opens up before me,
and my hair blows in the chilly autumn breeze.
The city is gorgeous,
a place that comforts me,
a place that holds me.
Here is where I first cared,
where my heart was given fully to someone else,
and where my soul first flew on its own.
Here I found myself,
here I found my heart,
and gave it away.
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