Golden prairie grass,
Swaying robes of a fairy,
Or of grassland lass,
Never do I get weary
Nor let the scene pass.
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Senryu | 18.01.2019 |
the grassy land a fancy land with a lass it becomes fairy land
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I find fascinating poetic beauty in this wonderful Senryu sir! So well penned......................10