Autumn sunset—
the maple leaves hold the light
for one breath longer.
Across the quiet lake,
a crimson moon begins to rise,
soft as a secret.
The temple bell rings.
Even the wind pauses to hear
the last song of day.
Then darkness blooms,
and the golden sky becomes
a memory.
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Ichidō no Hakaisha
Autumn sunset— the maple leaves hold the light for one breath longer. Across the quiet lake, a crimson moon begins to rise, soft as a secret. The temple bell rings. Even the wind pauses to hear the last song of day. Then darkness blooms, and the golden sky becomes a memory.
09/13
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he dare step 1 foot near me
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