Cold morning
Wind is gathering some leaves
Where are the birds?
White
cranes are leaving
Soon
the sky looks lonelier
Other
white to come
Pines are
talking still
The moon's
arriving quite late
Piece of
eternity
Indian
summer
Coloured
leaves and gentle sun
Some wear
boots, though
Into the
headlights
Poplars are
shedding
Golden
sparks
White
cranes are leaving
Soon
the sky looks lonelier
Other
white to come
Why
should it rain
Multicoloured
leaves
Cricket
keeps asking
In the
mountains
Already fog
and snow
Few withered
grass stalks
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