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In the cold autumn morning
The gray mist descended.
In the forest sorrow entered,
In the air there is no wind.

Nowhere to be seen squirrels,
Nowhere to be seen birds.
The leaves are covered paths
Overgrown with plenty weeds.

I leaned my hand on cliffs,
Cold and wet because of rain,
I felt that the forest breathes,
My eyes became so plain.

I touched the leaves of ivy.
It’s very soft and so tender.
(One broken branch seems alive.)
Heart-shaped remains forever.

The small rain drizzly slowly.
The dog barks in the distance.
I’m going home easily
To dream in my existence.

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