I spoke to someone I imagined by side.
But the wind blew, blew my words away.
The words, essential and captivating
Thus had no substance except to myself.
I saw leaves fall from bright trees.
Quietly, knowing it was their fate.
The autumnal sadness is complete in itself.
It comprises silence, exile, solitude.
I spoke to someone I imagined by my side.
But the wind blew, blew, my words away.
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