I SIT at my window this morning where the world like a passer-by stops for a moment, nods to me and goes.
Published on October 18, 2004 By Stray Birds In Welcome
STRAY birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sigh.
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