The big elm tree shaken gracefully by the
Small birds all together who
Landed on the
Snow-covered path
Big drops of happiness scattered from heaven
Like anger
Beat against
The soft muddy earth
Our breasts are full
Still a little
Weak but
The barbarian complex light from the sun
Birds the weight of small lemons
Gather
Disperse
Again gather
The mighty grip that grasps and releases
Works on the land in Spring
Woman,
Vividly,
On the surface of the water intuition describes the shape of a soul
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