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Jungle Diary

Jungle Diary

You quietly
Lowered your smile
And departed from the spring rains
There are no cuckoos
Water flows by the field
Wild flowers grow unbridled in the mountains and fields
And green leaves are bursting from the branches
I am on Highway 209
Your easy smile
Familiar sadness
It is as though
It is really as though
These absurd corpses thrown in the wilderness
Have no smell of decay
Have no crows snatching
I quietly
Carried my bag
And left for a place far from home
To search for your ideal
That is called collection