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To wake up under a canopy of birdsong

That later becomes a symphony inside

While once again encountering the world

Here and of yesterdays (in Milete)

The music is the peace,

Under mimosa trees

Near the Menderes (Meander) river delta

And what shall i say about my little friend of yesterday morning?

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