Haicais
A montanha de fogo arde
entre a brisa do arvoredo
as borboletas sibilam
O João-de-barro gorgeia
Na ponta do bico a lama
torna o claustro acolhedor
As lagartas sobre as folhas
perscrutam a tempestade
sugam o néctar dos caules
"As I was moving ahead ocasionally I saw very brief glimpses of beauty"
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