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Soft leaves upon the pillow white,
A gentle fall, in fading light.
No wind they knew, no branch they swayed,
But drifted here, a quiet parade.
From garden deep, or ancient tree,
They sought this rest, for you and me.
A whispered sigh, a verdant grace,
A fleeting touch, upon this space.
Green, gold, and brown, a muted hue,
A nature's gift, forever true.
A silent tale, of seasons flown,
On pillows soft, where dreams are sown.
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Moharif Yulianto
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