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XXIII
Watch a firefly, swoon as
fan themselves shells, smell the cold return
the sea. Often for fun women
distant golden clothe themselves to wrap
the horizon of a fringe love the feeling blossomed.
The poet is sometimes similar to air princes
it flies so high that plumed men.
haiku
The sea is great
The horizon flies
The hurricane roars