Maple leaf

In the corner of the street
is a maple tree.
Hanging and fluttering in the tree
is a maple leaf.
No one has ever stopped by and sensed ,
the arrival of autumn .

On the street of the village
is a old man.
Blowing and trembling in the air
is his pale hair.
No one has ever stood by or cared,
the melancholy in his soul.

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