When thinking about leaves
Falling on my own in the afternoon
It's the familiar shade of blue.
The carefully nurtured buds
When the season changes, the flowers bloom.
It is springtime.
Mother's figure on the deserted doorstep
It was a melancholic afternoon.
When he wrote the poem
This is just for you.
It is our hearts that know.
A peaceful corner of the sky
The leaf has remained green for its entire life.
Let the birds chirp on the branches.
I will stay green until I'm old.
Like yellow leaves
fall
a circle around.
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