I need to know that I will become lost somewhere br Autumn leaves beckon the beguiling smiles of the sun br Just to abandon the rites of the seasons br When their turn has yet to come br br I see you sitting at a little greek coffee shop swallowed by bougainvilleas with clenching little hands br br How one can forget love in the time of cholera is beyond me br But perhaps you where never really mine at all br br But who can deny the scars of adolescence? br Even ashes dance around in the winds joy!br br Audrey Stephensonbr br