Again it's autumn
Again it's October
The time has come
For the festive wind to knock
The air is crammed with purity and peace
Mind is softened
With the scent of blooms
Time to throw the dirty stuff off
It can be stale yellow leaves
It can be the dust
It can be our impure thoughts
Love shower
Women power
The message conveyed everywhere
And, sparkling lights
And, smiling flowers.
Aurora is banging on the door
Greeting winter
Leaving summer.
Again it's autumn
Again it's October!
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