Falling. Falling.
Late water hyacinth petals
Pink-plop lazy stilled
Mirrors.
Minnows-red tails
Swaying-swaying
Willow-shaded
Warm shallows.
Late summer cloud-
Plumps
And the sky is sticky-
Plum sweet as
Children lean into Fall,
Dream into sleep,
Sleep into years...
Falling. Falling.
Bundling purples,
Pinks, reds, greens
Into pages of pressed
Memories.
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I would like to translate this poem
Felt like it was fall time of the year