Crescent
moon
Ready
to sickle
Ripe barley
Autumn
colours
Night
refrains from falling
Until the
cricket stops
Year gets
lonelier
Leaves keep
falling down
Drinking
your cup, too
Whirling
leaves
A girl with
her iPhone
Moon’s broad
smile
Lonesome beach
Autumn winds
and waves
Lonesome
driftwood
.
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