Few green leaves fell
down to earth
withered by spring
and were separated
without inflated wind
No one has seen
treacherously falling
secretly at a time when
just entered summer
Already was quiet
lying on the ground
a few meters away
the old meeting place
A spotted hanger
walking at the corner
and then to speak
the memories of a date.
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