i was walking on grown grass
wishing there's no angry teeth
waiting for me, my bare feet
i have a long stick in case
there are fishes i disturb
when i get too close to shore
i watch mating fishes in shallows
violent as human, an orgy to man
sooner they'll fill up the pond
i'm still here my wandering time
i will visit fruiting berry trees
listen to birds sing lullaby, nice
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