Sitting on the bench and looking up, the persimmon branch stretches as if to cover the sky beyond the wall. Under that shade, the morning passes.
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Ebb
Sitting on the bench, looking at the shade of the persimmon tree, I suddenly remember the yard of that old countryside house. The sky I saw under that tree was truly so blue.
Alight
The sky shows through the ivy leaves draped over the bench. An empty nest sways in the gap.
Beyond
That empty nest must still hold memories of last summer. Every time the ivy leaves rustle, I see that empty spot.
Sitting on the bench, looking at the shade of the persimmon tree, I suddenly remember the yard of that old countryside house. The sky I saw under that tree was truly so blue.
The sky shows through the ivy leaves draped over the bench. An empty nest sways in the gap.
That empty nest must still hold memories of last summer. Every time the ivy leaves rustle, I see that empty spot.