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Autumn
I can trace the autumn
in poetry and postcards
from beaten booklets in dusty drawers.
How shall I sketch the sky
where a vermillion leaf soars.
I can smell the autumn
wave it's amber perfume
when twilight...
in poetry and postcards
from beaten booklets in dusty drawers.
How shall I sketch the sky
where a vermillion leaf soars.
I can smell the autumn
wave it's amber perfume
when twilight...
