Bittersweet

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Seven winds  breezed honey -
Tartest and bittersweet…
Sophisticated whispers
Running to get the wind

Goffering sleepy highlands
Hunting tomorrow leaves,
Somewhere there,  risen cherries
Catching their morning dreams…

Tweets of the sparrows choiring ,
Crashing under the roof
Sunrise broken to pieces,
Weeps… But you’re still unmoved….