As we pass by


My unmowed lawns.


Lush Greenness, awaits the scythe of the autumn.

Heading to the fate of the abandoned house,

that reached the prime of life.

Everything ends. And,

we have much to bid adieu,

the things we thought have stored for life.

~Len Kamei~

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