a warm red spot
throbs in a bouquet of buds –
a dear robin…
spring lantern
no simple light –
the spring lantern is as if
streaming night music…
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spring meadow
on a spring meadow,
tulips in serene rite
sway in rhythm…
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spring evening
on a spring evening,
shadows come to life
and talk to the moon…
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spring gust
playfully,
the spring gust nests petals
in my hair…