The autumn night, cold wind breeze embrace winter already,
And gracefully the leaves are tinted, while pine trees verdant lonely.
At open-air cafe, the lights shine and shake on the wire like th'vane,
And empty tables keep it's place, the footsteps ceased, in vain.
(Mar.23rd.2024. Kinsley Lee)
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