For now

Not all the leaves have fallen yet.
My mind still recalls that spring with her,
Like a slice of moon among autumn clouds.
When summer comes, will I forget, as one does the snow that melts?

Never. For I hold fast to precious thought, and like spring she will never rot.
Only return again.

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