Some Pictures, Some Words
A sleeking sharp knife
Piercing an apple color morning of impeccable beauty
Running fast in the noise of the colony
Someone calls out from the roof-
Oh, vile fox gang, release the immovable human hands
A few poor people float lazily past the ear
Smelling the fragrance of steaming rice.
The Tufan mail runs away emitting huge black smoke
Severe shortness of breath in the chest
One has only one's own shadow companion - the godly creature
Having eaten meat and marrow group of tailless jackals leave.
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