Near Kioto
As I crossed over the bridge of Ariwarano Narikira, I saw that the waters were purple With the floating leaves of maples.
Amy Lowell
As I crossed over the bridge of Ariwarano Narikira, I saw that the waters were purple With the floating leaves of maples.
Walking across an old bridge in Japan, the speaker notices the river below has turned purple, covered with drifting maple leaves. It’s a tiny, quiet moment: a traveler pauses, looks down, and takes in how the season has transformed the water.
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