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Autumn Love
Thursday, 12 February 2009

A duet on a soft Autumn night, with the stars in the sky. Two hearts in rhythm, with the melody flowing gently, playing softly, connecting them. It is the way she smiles as she glances shyly at him, he concludes. His piano sings for him, of her and her smile. Her hands tremble lightly on the heartstrings of her violin in passionate vibrato. She blushes. There is something about his eyes; deep, eternal, mournful. Etched with Sorrow, the gift of Time. Yet a quiet smile plays lightly on his lips, and her heart melts... such were her thoughts as her violin sang to him of her love. T'was just another Autumn night, with busy people rushing in the neon-lit city streets below. But that night two souls melded together as one; together, with his love, her love, the unspoken melody and the beautiful night sky.

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