The
Breeze Disguise The Red Brightness
Red leaves through the boulevard,
Sparkling precedes the twilight.
And the dove was a sorry sight
Be no more seed to take.
An autumn breeze coming sooner
Let the red leaves whispering slowly
beneath people’s feet
Sorry for holding on tight
Because the coldness brings all the
pains to greet
See the red leaves smiling sadly
Waiting for the time that borrowed
No one glowing his orange glint
Everyone being blind immediately
Even the dove doesn’t awesome
Just let the red leaves by its
lonesome.
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