Yellow carpets across the full road
As works-in-progress, with copper pods
Themselves standing guard as weavers.
The lone crow plunges into summer foliage
And butterflies pair of brown wings fly
All down in the twittering direction of ground.
Up I see the white spongy clouds,
On a blue sky with a semi-circular one
Overlooking, the half-moon in the day.
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