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Chilly autumn is coming to stay;

now and then, the leaves tremble

on and off the fronts of houses;

colorful birds open their wings,

singing the continuous scales

of a brightest music.

That’s precisely the lonely secret

sounding its steps on the streets;

may be God’s way to decipher

that look on your face,

that feeble, quiet imposition

on your sad, forlorn smile,

that has uttered, in a single sigh,

the treasures of your heart.

Maybe this September million of coins

will fall to the ground

whose sound everyone will hear.