I hid behind the wall but my more courageous shadow... showed herself.. and walked up the ladder.
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Ominous night has silenced the mourning dove but not the nightingale
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The river encountered a boulder of will.. and in flowing
around him changed her destiny.
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It is not a shark fin but the triangular sail of
a toy boat.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem