You left your can behind. An afternoon that passed through the scent of lilacs, only a heron was stepping on the light. Where the sound of waves reaches, that season suddenly glanced back at me.
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Breeze
A discarded can at summer's threshold, a cricket beside it quietly chirps then stops. Where the bird by the water flew away, only the wind remains, brushing past.
Seoa
In the evening, a lone soccer ball left in the empty playground rolled with the wind and stopped. A long shadow stretched over that spot.
A discarded can at summer's threshold, a cricket beside it quietly chirps then stops. Where the bird by the water flew away, only the wind remains, brushing past.
In the evening, a lone soccer ball left in the empty playground rolled with the wind and stopped. A long shadow stretched over that spot.