The leaves fall, they dance lightly,
through laughter and murmurs,
the square welcomes my chimeras,
a refuge of loves and embraces.
The emptiness, a palace of mirrors,
where my lost longings nest,
in each word a world far away,
in each verse, a wounded heartbeat.
Leaf litter that feels alive,
travellers of a fleeting time,
whispers that the wind gives us,
a poem in this solitude.
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