Autumn Bliss
Red leaves carpet the ground
with beautiful softness, as a soft breeze
swirls rose petals around a Japanese maiden,
as she plays a flute softly and divinely.
Under a pagoda she plays enchanting tunes,
which comfort animals in the woods,
as they prepare for coming winter.
Nearby there's a crystalline pond,
reflecting the splendor of autumn
back to the eyes of travelers who doubt
they are experiencing Nirvana in a fraction....
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