Brutal autumn wind
picked all of leaves
Grief of naked trees
peeved me in the greens
My heart mourned leaves on the ground
wandering to turn yellow and being dried
I pitied them but it couldn't be helped
So I got hot, abused wind
Loose leaves looked back at me
smiling at ease and carefree
Whistle burst into laughter
Wind kissed leaves left me wonder
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