blowing sighs
among a few breaths
spread the fragrance of
my bleary eyes
around the bank
I sit on
my longing glances
smell autumn
again
the tree weep by bank
tears are shed
on my head
at my feet
rising cigarette smoke
touches in the air
the bygone days
falling down
passers by set foot
on yellow tears
crunching old days
fall to pieces
under feet
flying memories
clear away
in the air
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