By: Ian Fiedalan
Early morning rain tone down the gloom
To wander around, and look for a bloom
The paddies are fed by the brush of the spring
And snail clumsily climbs weed stalk to sing
As the wind moistens her way crossed
Sunlight brusquely shines the gloss.
The south offers view of the towering mountain
To cross borderline, whoever aims?
Silhouette in yellow-orange in beautiful hue
Wait until the sunset completes the view
(c) 2007
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