I shall go in the morning
and will look for a lilac color on the field
and I shall stop under a big tree
to count,
till I reach musical sums,
the ten fingers of my hands.
And I shall look at the ants gnawing a shoe
while the grasshoppers
build, elytron after elytron,
the buzz of the day.
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