Dry Leaves
We
wish to
show our nice
colors to all
passer-by; they praise
but with season
change lost shine;
none sees
us.
None
cares for
dry leaves on
road, they trample
us, same fate awaits;
later stage they'll
suffer too;
fate spares
none.
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