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24: Der Morgen

Der Morgen

Pine trees sticking out of mist
as floating in the air –
silence only met by birdsong
hovers everywhere –
sunrise on the water,
burning banks and sky –
a breeze will soon disturb it all,
the morning die –
the sound of paddling on the water,
smell of chimney smoke –
sensations of the highest art
the land awoke.

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