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Dew drops wet the morning coat
Bamboo fence hears autumn breeze
I bend low to pick fallen petals
Palm holds fragrance still not gone
Distant hills like ink you're like clouds
Thin mist hides a hidden smile
This season frost and snow not yet
Flowers bloom with ease and grace
Who sweeps fallen leaves by the steps
Zither sounds around old window
You lift brush to write half a line
Blank space is all autumn meaning
Chrysanthemums bloom by south hill fence
Gold and pale white side by side
Wind passes gently swaying them
Like the trace of your skirt hem
Chrysanthemums bloom in morning light
Dew drops mirror sky and earth
I break a branch hide in sleeve
Fragrance stays through passing seasons
Afternoon sun slants down warm
Flower shadows fall on stone steps
I count the petals layer by layer
Each one is a memory gone
You once said flowers have proud bones
They don't compete for spring colors
Only bloom alone in deep fall
Brewing cold into sweet honey
Wind blows through the old fence again
Petals drift into the tea cup
I drink this mouthful of warmth
Between lips and teeth is all you
Chrysanthemums bloom by south hill fence
Gold and pale white side by side
Wind passes gently swaying them
Like the trace of your skirt hem
When frost covers all the branches
Petals fall into the soil
Next spring when winds rise again
Roots still wait for you in place
Chrysanthemums bloom in memory
Gold and pale white all become memories
Wind passes gently sighing
Like the back of you turning away
