Withered leaves are sparkling

poem

The withered leaves are sparkling and dancing.
They are bidding farewell to everyone.

The withered leaves shine brightly.
They proclaim their return to the earth.

If I asked, “Can we meet again?”
They would smile and say, “We’ll meet again.”

The withered leaves cease to wither,
They are reborn and live anew.

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