it rolls up on itself haiku
In the white cherry
whisper powerful
the people of bees
Haiku says the season, vegetation, sea, the village, the silhouette ... Find Event Brief of a sudden its right form, the haiku is no subject. It is this
"slight crease which is clamped to the top life, silk language" spoken Roland Barthes. "Space pure fragments, adventure
infinitesimal, it gives to read the correctness of the trace, no wake, no margin, no vibration. It is the graphics mode to exist." This writing who writes nothing, or rather writes "nothing", reproduced "the act of designating which small child beckons anything saying that! (Nothing special)"
They trace their signs
clouds
hair winged wind
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