Ode (Untranslatable)

To the wild;

To candor;

To cirrus clouds;

To the ache under ribs;

To a girl in memory

Still holding

Yellow flowers;

To the nets of fishermen;

To a long path

Following the shore;

Yes

One can saunter straight out of the world into the sky

S.K.

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