6"x 6" / oil on panel / $65
The falling leaves drift by the windowThe autumn leaves of red and goldI see your lips, the summer kissesThe sun-burned hands I used to holdSince you went away the days grow longAnd soon I'll hear old winter's songBut I miss you most of all my darlingWhen autumn leaves start to fall.Johnny MercerMuch-recorded song Autumn Leaves. Originally a French song Les Feuilles Mortes with lyrics by poet Jacques Prevért.
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I love this painting, Kim... it catches that twilight feeling perfectly....
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