The lake with geese flapping
The red crane, with a flag swaying over
The grass where Monks sit
The ears, where the voice is drowned
The tree, which the sun enshrouds
The cement, which the foot taps
The cart contains an Accordian that plays
The sky contains a silky cloud, fleeting
The bench of impassioned loving
The stone of thoughtful dreaming
The shore, harboring harmony
The streetlamps, harboring wanderers
Sep 27, 2017
Sep 27, 2017 at 11:06 AM UTC
The lake with geese flapping
The red crane, with a flag swaying over
The grass where Monks sit
The ears, where the voice is drowned
The tree, which the sun enshrouds
The cement, which the foot taps
The cart contains an Accordian that plays
The sky contains a silky cloud, fleeting
The bench of impassioned loving
The stone of thoughtful dreaming
The shore, harboring harmony
The streetlamps, harboring wanderers
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