A pheasant’s cry
Then fluttering
Vanishes
Sluice door
opens
The ship is
coming out
With pouring
light
Tenebrous
hour glass
Darkness
falling down, down, down
Turning to
white sand
Even during
spring
The weather
might be dreadful
Sparrow
keeps feeding
Hi Mister magpie
Lazing on a sunny day?
How is the missus?
Beneath any sky
You cannot hide your vices
But hide your virtues
Brighten up, old boy
When flower fragrance enters
Spring is here again
Candle blown
out
Shadow is leaving
Roams with
the clopping
Mist over meadow
Moon sickling himself through
Birds keep chirping
.
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