Steeping Autumn

All of autumn inside a single leaf.

By DramaTPublished 4 months ago • 1 min read

Steeping Autumn

Last leaf is falling—

mother would have picked it up

for her evening tea

Haiku

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DramaT

Defective survival manual: confessions, blunders, and culture without solemnity. If you’re looking for gurus, turn right; if you’re here for awkward laughs, come on in.

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