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Buranko's NaPo poems

Buranko · 2021-04-02T10:07:37Z

Nature, an egg With smiling eyes and thin lips, Straight teeth proudly sticking their Chest in the wind, Nostrils flapping in the wind whistling The ancient royal marches. Hands, bound together Into one, uniform string Coiling on the Curly beard, the eternal dance Completed in the shape of an egg.