Drawing of boat yet to be finished
Water level raised rippling
O what a speed!
Flowing getting stumbles..
to this shore to that curvature;
The unfinished boat reached to the swamp;
calmly floating..
As soon as drawing of mountain
With snow-covered peak finished
The morning light stands atop gloriously..
When to draw a portrait of man
Colours faded..
Spreading wings evening alighted...
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