I am never able to forget
the early morning of autumn
when a sprout appeared
on the poor cut branch.
The early morning in which vain
together at the stove turned off
the young girl in love
held out the old man’s hand.
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I don’t really understand this, Lexie. have you made it up? Try reading it out loud to see if it makes sense.