In early autumn
The alert fox walked, quiet,
Through the shades of gold.
The Satyr followed,
Coming from the den they share,
Keeping with his pace.
Stopping at the stream,
They watched the rainbows forming.
Beautiful water.
Sat she by his side.
As the slow-paced morning moved,
Warming them both up.
As brilliant leaves fell
His gentle hand took hers. There...
A whispered promise.















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