A Woman's Room in Autumn
Autumn colors trickle through the gauze curtains;
cold fragrance floats in, bit by bit.
The chirping of crickets rises from the dark walls;
fireflies flicker in the abandoned loom.
The bedroom fills with new moonlight;
frost on the bamboo screens —
she changes to warmer clothes.
The migrating goose, the wanderer —
both are gone, only one
cold fragrance floats in, bit by bit.
The chirping of crickets rises from the dark walls;
fireflies flicker in the abandoned loom.
The bedroom fills with new moonlight;
frost on the bamboo screens —
she changes to warmer clothes.
The migrating goose, the wanderer —
both are gone, only one
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