The air a
little fresh
But the
golden rim of clouds
And the
skylark’s flight
Dewdrops on
the grass
Morning sun
in warm colours
And the
warbler sings
Dance of butterflies
Descending and then
climbing
First and only love
Breeze fading away
Bamboo still shaking off
Some yellow leaves
Geese fly
back and forth
And will not
start to migrate
During this
Summer
The roofs
are still wet
Rabbits
hiding in burrows
But birds
look for worms
Starry sky
above
Looking to
the dark bushes
Fireflies
playing stars
Under light
blue sky
The barley
field rolls golden
A walker
passing
Lightning
and thunder
Move on with
the summer wind
Streaks of
mist rising
Hot Summer
day
Thermic
lifts the hawk high up
Then diving
down
Body still
asleep
Mind keeps
wandering
On the road
lovely write
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