On a withered bough A crow alone is perching, Autumn evening now. — Basho The wild geese take flight Low along the railroad tracks In the moonlit night. — Shiki
On a withered bough A crow alone is perching, Autumn evening now.
The wild geese take flight Low along the railroad tracks In the moonlit night.
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