December 2
The wind moves and swirls
in love to and fro
already it is morning
the cock crows and the world
standing still and stirring
if one look at horizon and the sky are all hither
and thither filled in clouds and beautiful like flowers
and greeneries
the river is cool and reflexive like a mirror
like the woods are fresh and tender
all is lovely and fine
how glee, how sweet is sometimes this life to tell?.
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