I am letting light from street
on this very quiet night in east
blinds were use to blocking so
shrubs growth by my window too
flying insects nowhere to find
calm trees sharing my lone time
Grass growing by centimeters
persimmon fruit green as it is
shiny to see with light reflects
fig tree mere shadow at corner
colorless flowers dotted garden
you give them colors in my dream
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