One Bright Leaf
Wind sings a dirge where rust leaves have fallen.
In the autumn of her life
one bright leaf has risen
I stand on the hill
we tumbled down as children
brimming with spirit
no longer with me is she
whose remains I am holding
released to the wind
her ashes now are mingling
with the fallen leaves
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