Bamboo is
swaying
Water runs
white after rain
Harvest is quite
near
Boundaries
Always
shifting
Like the
seasons
Crescent
moon
Ready to
sickle
Ripe barley
After work
Where do you
go to
Big
scarecrow
Red clouds
of wrath
River
flushes away night
A sad goat
willow
NachtGemalter Wald
MorgenHimmel in Pastell
Tiri tirili
An airplane
Flying low, roaring
But the cricket chirps louder
.
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