Now I'm holding an apricot leaf

I'm holding my tea from the thermostat
old uncle hands his basket to the grocer from upstairs
watching this noise with closed eyes like a melody
I've searched my saddlebags, there's no big radish.

the sun was new, before it fell
watched a couple of kids on bicycles
then hid in a lonely magpie's breakfast
the handle was cracked in the strongest place

Except for the cat fight the other day.
a gentle breeze was enough to dislodge
It's time for separation, he has no strength left to hold on
slowly floated and fell in front of me

I quietly bent down and picked it up
Now I'm holding an apricot leaf
and then I stretched it out towards the sun
lines pierce the earth

still fond of the tree he left
I don't know who will take your place
Yes, it's the wind's fault for the fall.
Maybe it's the yellows falling on your face

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