Trees fades into the loneliness of the world
as the sun sets
ready to repose
for tomorrow's day
Leaves withered like a man who has lost in his fight
covering the tracks of the railroad
covering the path
of the home
of others
As greens of the leaves become shallow
darkness invades
as if
there is no such thing
as privacy
Everything disappears
the tree that swayed with the wind
the railroad that is filled with people during the morning rush
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