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Summer late evening –
a fisherman caught the Moon with his fishing-net * A gentle, soft breeze – the willow is shaking off all the dragon-flies * Thoughts wandering far.. Question marks around the pond: scores of fishing rods * Just saved from drowning, two butterflies are drying on the same flower * Seas engulfed in fog. Unseen, the albatrosses shout from everywhere * All around sea spumes… Above the floating garbage the sea gulls flying * Retard of the tide – scores and scores of empty shells invade the seashore * A shiny mirror a good deal of surfaces – the boat filled with fish * The crickets hush up… Save that the lonely toadfrog keeps croaking * The window’s dwelling – only in the neighborhood roosters cry the dawn
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