The old man,
On his way to a short break
From his boredom,
Caught a glimpse
of a few silver coins
On the black pavement;
He forced his bent back
To bend a little more,
And,
With a sigh of pain,
Rubbed his tired eyes:
“Oh, no!”
He said to himself.
“What coins! These are petals
of some blossoms!”
He was confused
By the spring,
And disappointed
With himself.
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