you see
The flower's lips have turned the leaves to fall color.
season raises more melancholy
In this place,
crickets in the morning dew
A laugh still echoes from yesterday
I linger on every trace of grass
waiting for collection
and I, will surely follow the scent to sing on the porch.
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