autumn chofu
Under the golden boughs of ancient trees, autumn sighs,
As leaves descend in a swirling, endless ballet,
The earth receives them with a gentle embrace,
withering compost pile.
Under the golden boughs of ancient trees, autumn sighs,
As leaves descend in a swirling, endless ballet,
The earth receives them with a gentle embrace,
withering compost pile.
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