Again loved.
And a thousand golden drops
descended from white willow
that hanging over the bank
with the rapid dialogue.
will open on the ground.
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hundred and a hundred shades of laughter.
shake in the wind singing
lasted a puff of breath,
losing ten muddy rivulets.
of that day
was not a leaf.
Silver and weak.
Fall from willow and
carried away towards the sea.
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