I have come back again
to see the tranquil lake
where my white poetic pages
get bloomed with the essence
of sweet blooming winter,
like the lively the blooming
spring.
I have come to see those new
hosts
Who are nodding their heads
With their soft shiny leaves,
I wish that I could have few
lines more
That will be grandiloquent
for you on the next morrow...
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