The Vagabond
Rose petals blown
By North wind sing
Drift to and from.
As the twig sways
Blown gush of win
Flowers falling.
Ripe red apples
Eaten by birds
As reapers watch.
Dried leaves afloat
Flowing stream
Going to sea.
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