A cracked head of a futile poet carved on stone
laid under transparent water;
Covered by moss,
On the eyelid aquatic saplings produced
Fair forehead where dejected oysters laying eggs
Water briny water pervaded
Thirsty tip of the lip shaking like an aspen leaf…
The indiffrent readers engaged in household works
Not bother to peep.
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