Exile

As soon as the screen moves, the mind says-
Who called?
No one.
Noon admission is just melancholy.

As soon as the car's voice came out
I ran to the balcony
No, not you.
To hear the cuckoo's call in winter
What an illusion!

On the branches of the chrysanthemum
Winter dances,
The flowers are pruned.
"Who are you looking for?
You forgot your exile now! "

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