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Autumn Blossom

tree clouds

Autumn and a tree stands

All alone

Its Summer shelter shed

In yellow and gold

Then a passing cloud

Curling, spreading

Holds still

For just a moment

And Spring’s glory

Returns

A fleeting memory of

White Blossom

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