Today I trekked in the woods,
ate some of your favorite berries,
the breeze rolling by like little waves.
Pausing, dazed,
in front of our friends’ nest
the two birds somehow took leave.
The creek beckoned me for a foot-bath
the water having an autumn feel.
Tired late at night,
listening to raindrops falling off a lotus leaf.
How about you?
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