The Falling Leaves
There was no wind, even no breathing airflow
Ginkgo leaves were falling off onto the meadow
These could be the best meetings of green and yellow
The sky and the earth, and the spring and the autumn
From the warmest death to some of the busiest grow
I now can hear all the sounds by sudden
Including my breathing and my heart jumping
And can feel all the steaming, as examples
The aureus color and my dropping tears
I reckon this must be the right moment for saying
Some Silent Goodbyes to each other
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