up the garden, next to the river,
supple willow shines as
subtle wind breathe light from leaves
sky, morning,
together spring :
oh.... the first daffodil !
up the gardens, next to the rivers
supple willows shine and breathe
skys, mornings, seasons,
bridge
over infinite daffodils’ s fields.....
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