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Ocean
The ocean wanders, the ocean remains hours
When one weighs the depth
Days, our see the distant horizon
Sprinkle years of wind
haiku
I'll concealment
Deep nights
When the day comes
Aphorism
I often know the content of a poem
an ancient language like a plucked bird and noble at the same time ...