I kiss birds in a drowse
I kiss contours of trees to clear
I kiss a bead of dew on cornflower
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After voyage through hardship of sea
Hand marks of ancient people rest in the grotto
Vermillion
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The wind asks me
'How much do you feel happiness? '
Like the wind can not weigh on scales
My happiness also shouldn't weigh
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What tree would has grown in our land?
What leaves the tree would be growing?
The tree feels pain which must stand by its self
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To a bunch of grapes at the trellis
I extend my arm
A vine weaving an arabesque
I cut it off to put grapes in my hand
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In the morning
While the pasture is misted with light green
In one factory
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'I'm here'
The Robin wings
'I'm here'
The akaza flower whispers
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One epoch ends
Deep frustration and anguish there
One epoch ends
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I am a bird of you
What song do you like?
Flying, I can't sing for you
But on your branch
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