Song of Autumn
Partly cloudy when the first crow crows,
first drop of rain drove me behind wheels.
My ears craved the pitter-patter drums,
so I could hum with my croaky voice.
After miles of dusty tyre imprints,
my voice had to hum the song of fall,
when dry leaves shone in autumn colours—
since the sky remained partly cloudy.
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