Strictly speaking this is haiku, but then again its not if you strictly follow the rules.
When autumn comes,
Who will drop, be the last leaf.
And fall alone.
The Paper flutters,
Caught by the amused breeze.
A memory lost.
Sparrow on the ground,
Why not up in the leaves?
Time passes by.
Cold still water,
Reflects with dancing mercury flows,
The swan lands.
Cold silent water
Reflects with singing mercury faces,
The kingfisher rises.
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