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Weigh dried
leaves in large
my hat
Autumn
The cloud in solitary
mountain trail
She fell asleep, sad
Like birds of sand
that roost tired
in lonely boat
beside rivers the coast
wrapped with carelessness
and yellow dust
trees, Windedless
Wander
Now I know why
trees occupy property
the hurrying travelers
at the noise of silence expect
Autumn
Shadows do not age
in the Sun flames
windedless
the stars the long passage
refuge seeking
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