A Walk In The Evening

Dining wine.
A window view.
I stumble into my winter boots.
Passing by the forbidden room,
I do not wish to accept the truth.

Exhaling cold winter's smoke,
I encounter the beautiful sight.
A warm remaining glow impacts the night.

Last minute sundown,
the kissing of the trees
Neon orange in color,
the burning of the leaves.

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