Millions waves carrying infinite blooms,
like the floating bridges of dreams,
although no one force them,
the colours of spring always come.
\A poem in praise of the Japanese wave pattern in pink colour.
Millions waves carrying infinite blooms,
like the floating bridges of dreams,
although no one force them,
the colours of spring always come.
\A poem in praise of the Japanese wave pattern in pink colour.
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