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The First Brown Leaf
With a torrent of longing,
clouds disarm the folly
of a spun-out summer,
and the first brown leaf tries to cope
with the branch's disloyalty
of letting it plummet on
the immaculate lawn
in sincere obedience to the wind.
Little does the leaf know
that, from the moment of birth,
all leaves are made
to crumble and vanish.
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