Winds roar from the west, Through branch’s rosy blossoms. Sand gnaws at the skin.
Winds roar from the west, Through branch’s rosy blossoms. Sand gnaws at the skin.
Steam rises slowly, A layer of dust removed. Lazy day at end.
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