When the leaves turn yellow and fall off,
this time the sunshine hides at the end of the
garden.
As the wind just blows,
having the faint scent from chrysanthemums.
A few wandering birds
find dried cotton seeds.
Under the tree,
The sky is speckled with lights …
For a moment,
The universe and me,
Together in a silent smile!
TNTQ
Friday, February 25, 2022
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