“Dance is the hidden language of the soul.”
Martha Graham
Autumn Leaves
The falling leaves
Drift by the window
The autumn leaves
Of red and gold
I see your lips
The summer kisses
The sunburned hands
I used to hold
Joseph Kosma
Desintegration Disolve Disorientated
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