Miss.Bench
It’s been a while how’ve you been doing? Ever overthink about me and you and, all the things we used to do, time that we shared?
Here the autumn has come. A grey season, a love story:
In my yard lived a young lady, Miss.Bench. Godness envied her beauty, cursed her born blind, deaf and dumb. Yet she was truly handsome, with her curved arms and reserved gesture, so elegant and so persistent. And she had a sweet heart: when little children played peekaboo with their mamas, she always offered her best to hide them.
Mr.Earth fell in love; he wrote her a poem–an ever-flowering sakura tree right beside her. Mr.Wind fell in love; he drew her a picture-all the maple trees turned crimson overnight. Mr.Cloud fell in love; he sang her a song-"raindrop, raindrop, can’t you feel my heartthrob?”
Yet when they asked, Miss.Bench said nothing, as she couldn’t :) Yet her heart had already belonged to somebody eles. Who the one was?
Mr.Hanger, Corner 013, Yard, who been also admiring Miss.Bench for years, but never spoken out. How did he win Miss’ affecition?
Mr.Earth was a up-right man, but he had much work to do, little Pine, the Cypresses are all waiting for him; Mr.Wind was a smart guy, but he lived in the air and rarely dropped by; Mr.Cloud was gorgeous, both appearence and voice, but he played too much with Madam Luna and her star daughters. Only Mr.Hanger, Only he, had been there always, staring, attending and reveling, all silently.
It was already midnight. Mr.Wind happened to pass by. Miss.Bench smiled kindly and Mr.Hanger bowed gently, both unnoticedly.
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