A house is in the garden
with the Un-robed compound
Dried leaves stretched out
an unclean art is under an apple tree
Ripen apples fell down
And on the tree like bulbs
Being rotten lied on the floor
Making a quite picture
Leaves fall one by one
Letting to be naked
Surrounding nature gets ready
To warm up the winter
Through a side opened window
An old cat was sitting on the sill
Saying something to ins and outs
no one cannot understand
Postman comes and puts into the box
no one comes to open it
A rain with a rough wind last night
Ruined the apple tree
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