Harmony


The wind that blows in between the pine foliage
Rumble rhythmically in the rhythm of the leaves
Cut out the smell of viscous sap flowing from red incision in every tree
From here my horizons stretched far and wide far ahead there
A place that is always in the calming heart of the heart
The old pine leaves falling in circles on the forest terrace.

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