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On the white and silent petals of the flower
The morning dew is still
Sleepy feeling
The wind is scattered at the end of memory
On a butterfly that is searching for flowers
On the wings
Confronting me all summer long
At this time
A cloud drifted across the sky
The gray cloud without thoughts
Is the shadow that I can fly
These shadows that have no body and mind
Except for a little bit of roses
In the corner that you forgot
There is nothing to pity
Spring has melted away
In the love of summer
And not in my lingering love
About the Creator
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