Blossoming pine trees
There is something so sweet and
New in the spring air

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So wild and so mad -
The fluttering bird in hands
Of the sudden wind

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Kissing the warm palms
Of the sunny, bright burdock,
The blades of soft grass

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The flickering sun
On the surface of water
That’s water afire

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Rain clouds that touch
The tops of the trees bring us
Electric freshness

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Light skies with no stars
The ghostly moon is weary
White nights in blossom

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A newly born rose
Kissing the blush on its face
Here comes the ripe sun

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Shapeless shadows hide
Curvaceous figures of blonds –
Snow piles in forest


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Now stroked by the sun,
Now embraced by the water
Grains of river sand


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Bright vehement waves
In search of a shore crushing
Against the rock walls


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So thirsty is soil
For delicious sweet droplets
Of July rainfalls